| At the road’s end
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| There’s only backwards
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| There’s only burial, a smoldering pyre
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| At the road’s end
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| Are the eyes of crows and
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| They glisten from the bulletproof briar
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| At the road’s end
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| There’s only blackness
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| A puking crevasse, a canyon wall
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| At the road’s end
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| Is just the open
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| Indifferent barbarian sprawl
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| It’s no fable
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| It’s no closure
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| It’s no circle
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| But it’s not over
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| There’s no shortcut
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| There’s no rushing
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| There’s no trusting
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| But here goes nothing
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| Straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| Everything is real in this
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| Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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| Got no map, got no compass
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| We’re going right into the darkness
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| Straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| Everything is real in this
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| Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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| Got no map, got no compass
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| We’re going right into the darkness
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| Straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| Everything is real in this
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| Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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| Got no map, got no compass
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| We’re going right into the darkness
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| Straight on into wilderness
|
| Forward into darkness
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| We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
|
| Forward into darkness
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| Everything is real in this
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| Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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| Got no map, got no compass
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| We’re going right into the darkness
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| «And today, on Friday, February 10th, 2017, I had known my name,
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| I had known how tall I stood, I had known my hands, I had known my eyes,
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| and the color of the sun.»
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| «He was a golden boy on a golden horse. |
| And when he died, the Earth revolved
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| around him.»
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| And though I’ve run out of things to fear
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| Still I’m alive, I’m alive out here
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| Yes I’ve run out of things to fear
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| But I’m alive, still alive out here
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| It’s against the odds
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| And it’s against the gods
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| But there’s nothing left to fear
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| In this impossible frontier
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| And have I run out of things to say?
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| Well were you ever listening anyway?
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| And there’s a million words at play
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| And that’s not even halfway
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| I ignore the calls
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| And I ignore the walls
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| Until there’s nothing left to fear
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| In this impossible frontier
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| I am become the sacred seer
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| For I’m alive, I’m alive out here
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| And the air gets cold and clear
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| After the kiss of the atmosphere
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| It’s no time to blink
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| And it’s no time to think
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| And I’ve forgot the taste of fear
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| In this impossible
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| Straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| And everything is real in this
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| Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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| Got no map, got no compass
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| Going forward into darkness
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| Straight into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| Straight on into wilderness
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| Forward into darkness
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| And everything is real in this
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| Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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| Got no map, got no compass
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| We’re going forward into darkness |