| Oh batten down the hatches
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| Seems the wind is coming soon
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| And all these things you’re protecting now
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| We’ll see what they’re worth
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| And what you take first from the fire
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| Seems possessions can’t possess you now
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| All out here in white and gold
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| All stacked high to impress you now
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| And it can not be told
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| How the story unfolds
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| I’m walking away from everything
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| That can tear me apart and bury me
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| I’m pushing myself back out
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| So leave me now
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| Oh leave with me now
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| These old worn shoes are filled with dust
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| I’ve got the sun at my back
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| It feels like something is stalking me But I will not feel fear
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| My mission is clear
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| I’m walking away from everything
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| That can tear me apart and bury me
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| I’m pushing myself, back out
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| Oh leave with me now
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| Oh leave with me now
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| I’m walking away from everything
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| That can tear me apart and bury me
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| I’m pushing myself back out
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| Leave with me now
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| Leave with me now
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| Oh batten down the hatches
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| Seems the wind is coming soon |