| Unstuck in time, swim through the treetops
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| Waiting for dawn to melt through the morning ice
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| Beating of blood change in the weather
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| Back to the house and listen to quiet life
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| Under the dome you wear piece of paper
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| Traveling long under a distant sun
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| When will you come back from the city?
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| Cause when you’re gone, this heart is a wild thing
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| Who put the ancient cold in your bones?
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| Who put the ancient cold in your bones?
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| I was tuning my head, tracing the station
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| Following lions back to my father’s house
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| But there’s no trying to sleep under this radiation
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| I open my mouth spilling out violent life
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| Who put the ancient cold in your bones?
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| Who put the ancient cold in your bones?
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| And when she’s gone, who will inspire?
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| And when she’s gone, who will you love?
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| Who could you love?
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| Who could you love?
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| Who could you love?
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| Who could you love?
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| Who put the ancient cold in their bones?
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| Who put the ancient cold in your bones?
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| Unstuck in time, vibrating tourists
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| Who put the ancient cold in your bones?
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| Never enough, glowing in the wild light
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| Who put the ancient cold in your bones?
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| Dreaming my life across the wild
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| Everyone asked, «Who you gonna love when you make it home?»
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| Who you gonna love when you make it home?
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| Who you gonna love when you make it home?
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| Who you gonna love when you make it home?
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| Who will you love?
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| Who could you love?
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| Who could you love? |