| Meet me in the valley
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| See me pass on the street
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| You’ll find me in the garden
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| Trampled flowers 'neath my feet
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| The oceans’ll seethe
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| And have no reprieve
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| For the weak and the damned
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| The creatures of the sea
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| Will make homes of the bones that drift endlessly
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| As far as the eye can see
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| Meet me in the valley
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| See me pass on the street
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| You’ll find me in the garden
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| Trampled flowers 'neath my feet
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| The mountains sink into the earth
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| And amidst the tumbling dirt
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| The stragglers clutch their young
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| As if there’s something to be done
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| Or will it be just
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| Just this
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| Just
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| White noise, white light in the deep
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| Will they record
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| The descending of the horde
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| With a black box that contains
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| The echoes, the shouts, the strains of the last
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| Or will it be just
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| Just this
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| Just
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| White noise, white light in the deep
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| Meet me in the valley
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| See me pass on the street
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| You’ll find me in the garden
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| Trampled flowers 'neath my feet
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| You heard the stories of me
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| You know what I can do
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| I take the embers of men’s anger
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| And there’s nothing I can’t spin them into
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| You heard me whisper to ya
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| I see you recognize my face
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| A familiar pulse
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| Calling out from the empty spaces
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| «Meet me in the valley» |