| (Just a little further up the hill boy,
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| You’ll be home soon enough.)
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| All along the river, peddling as fast as I could
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| Watch as the wasteland flowers
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| All cars and rubbish flourish, with black berries and red berries
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| Sweet black berries
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| Tainted red berries
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| Berries
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| Berries
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| When looking for my tower
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| of all the rails and the roads
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| I need a resurrection
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| as my desires and power, grown thicket
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| tall around me
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| Tall around me
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| Tall around me
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| Around
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| Around
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| Around now
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| Well, have I been traveling so long
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| that I forgot how to stop?
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| Why are my brakes all broken?
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| Wheels spinning out of control
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| And in mirror
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| pale and deathly have become
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| Oh, what have I become?
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| Mother
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| what have I have become?
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| Become
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| Become
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| Become now
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| Now
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| And all my wastelands flower
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| (and all my wastelands flower)
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| And all my thickets grow on and
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| And all my wastelands flower
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| (when all my wastelands flower)
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| And all my thickets grow tall and tall
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| Still damn tall
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| Tall and tall
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| And around
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| All around me
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| (round and round and round)
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| What have I become?
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| Pale and deathly have become
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| What have I become?
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| Pale and deathly have become
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| Become
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| Become
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| Become now |