| North coast swells
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| I feel it when the cold comes in
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| Run red deer
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| They’ll need you when they hunt your skin
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| Evening came
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| To the corners of my mind again
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| Cold and clean
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| A ringing on an open plain
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| But it seems so long, my friend
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| My memory is all but gone
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| Back to my whispering mind
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| Pale sun rose
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| A shimmer on the dusty morn
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| Wheel will turn
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| Spinning and my past will burn
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| But it seems so long, my friend
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| My memory is all but gone
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| Back to my whispering mind
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| I wait with all threats
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| While the Earth, it slowly spins
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| I recall some other place, son
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| Of the time just for the moment
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| But it’s been this way for a thousand years
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| For the North
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| But I’m starting to forget
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| I’m starting to forget |