| At the witching hour we’ll be gone from here
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| When the snake-black roads are just about clear
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| Onto the hard-line dark horizon
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| Through the silver in the air
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| And if home is where the heart is
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| We’ll just keep going until we disappear
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| The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
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| Blood of a river a mile wide
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| I am wired, I am wired, I am so wired
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| The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
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| Blood of an ocean, rising tide
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| Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild
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| Sometimes I feel her with me
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| I feel her eyes upon my face
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| I feel her pulling me down in a tangle
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| Of sweat and hair and grace
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| For the only things worth wishing for
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| Are the ones that you cannot possess
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| The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
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| Blood of a river a mile wide
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| I am wired, I am so wired, I am so wired
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| The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
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| Blood of an ocean, rising tide
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| Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild
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| And in the shadows of the trees
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| You can see like an animal sees
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| You can gather up the stars like seeds
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| And through them back into the night |