| You’re taken by the woods even though you’re aware
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| Of the slippery cliffs and the big black bears
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| And the salal snares, taller than yourself
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| Ferns growing as thick as the trees, yeah
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| You’re looking for a flag at the top of the hill
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| Its a race against the light
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| One false step could mean staying the night, yeah
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| That’s why you should never travel alone
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| No, you should never
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| You should never travel alone
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| And you know that
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| 'Cause just one false step and you might not make it home
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| And so you watch for the loose rocks under your feet
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| Stepping on wet stones, crossing over creeks
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| Climbing up cliffs, over dead trees
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| You watch your step, you get your footing right, yeah
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| And a broken compass could mean staying the night, yeah
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| And that’s why you should always know where you’re going
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| And even if you’ve got a map, you should always know where you’re going
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| And you know that even if you’ve got a map
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| You might not make it home
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| When you take your time just to breathe the air
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| And appreciate having never met a bear
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| And you capture the flag at the top of the hill
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| With daylight to spare
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| Orienteering comes naturally
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| You read the map right
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| One wrong turn could mean staying the night
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| And though you carry your phone
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| You should never
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| You should never travel alone
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| And you know that
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| Because one false step and you might not make it home
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| And you know that
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| 'Cause even if you got a map and you know where you’re going
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| You’re still a long way from your home
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| And even if you got a map you should never travel alone
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| And you know that
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| But you’re not dead yet and you might just make it home
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| And you know that
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| But you’re not dead yet and you might just make it home |