| I’ve been travelin', down a dark road
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| 'Goin' places that no one knows
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| Now I’m ramblin' across the basin
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| Tryin' to get back, but no one’s waitin'
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| Brace yourself for the First Light of Winter
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| Grab the line before you hit the bottom
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| There’s a hunger, that’s deep inside
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| It’s not polite; |
| it won’t apologize
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| It’s a wild beast that has a grip
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| And it won’t let go; |
| make peace with it
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| Brace yourself for the First Light of Winter
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| Grab the line before you hit the bottom
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| When the storm arrives, it’s gotta' crazy eye
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| It has no mercy until it dies
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| Now I’m headin' north to Baton Rouge
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| Where the ground is dry, and the sky is blue
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| Brace yourself for the First Light of Winter
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| Grab the line before you hit the bottom
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| And the levee’s holding fast, they said it would last they promised
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| Descending in your diving bell beneath the swell looking for solace
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| But you had been down too long, you knew it was wrong but you felt helpless
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| As the pressure starts to rise, it’s a matter of time, you arrive…
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| At the bottom
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| Feelin' bad, feelin' better
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| Gonna' stop, write a letter
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| To the government, the powers that be
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| I’ve been fightin' wars, in the name of peace
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| Brace yourself in the first light of winter
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| Grab the line before you hit the bottom
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| And the levee’s holding fast, they said it would last they promised
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| But you had been down so long, the pressure was strong, ‘til you release it
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| As your spirits start to rise make your way toward the light at the surface
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| Now you’re comin' up for air, the coast is clear
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| You would survive this
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| Now you’re lawless
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| Now you’re fearless |