| Oh my dear God, I don’t know
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| Where is the place I should go
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| I’ve buried my soul deep in the pure white snow
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| I’ve been medicating myself so long
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| To a point where my memories are gone
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| But you’d be surprised how time out of mind will pass on
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| Even Jesus came down here for you
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| But he’s banished from the land that he used to rule
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| He must have some better things to do
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| Then try to understand the pain that we’ll hear
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| For the golden age of the lowlands
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| Golden hour is finally at hand
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| Golden age of the lowlands
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| I owe some money around
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| But it never made me feel bad
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| I just gave all my news
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| The same as the clues we all had
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| There’s a hurricane headed my way
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| You could have told me about yesterday
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| It’s the price that you pay for making me feel this way
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| Even death came around to see me
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| He was striking with words and convinced me to see
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| The place I might end up real soon
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| But he didn’t understand the pain I went through
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| For the golden age of the lowlands
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| Golden hour is finally at hand
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| Golden age of the lowlands
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| I don’t feel no regret in this land
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| I know I won’t be sorry if the devil has to take me
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| Or wrath will forsake me or my own mind will break me
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| No, I won’t regret it if the thing that I might come to be
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| In the golden age of the lowlands
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| Golden hour is finally at hand
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| Golden age of the lowlands
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| I can feel grace slip into my hand |