| West of the fields
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| Or out on the lam
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| Riding a calm between rages
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| Anchored in rust
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| Erasing the wilderness
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| Chasing an alien feeling
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| Are you suddenly blind?
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| Come on, miracle child, come home
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| Burrowing down
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| Bury your heart away
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| Look at you now that you’re older
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| Under the stars
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| At the scene of the old parade
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| Leaning out over the railing
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| Are you suddenly blind?
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| Are you frozen in time?
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| Were you nearly betrayed again?
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| Is it hard to swallow?
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| Are they luring you back with old glories?
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| Drunk on the dregs of some darkened paradise?
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| Lulled by an alien feeling
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| Till you’re suddenly blind
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| Till you’re barely alive
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| With glass bones |