| Welcome to the wastelands
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| I guess you saw the sign
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| Saying… plots of land to let
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| Where all those broken hearts can pine
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| A place where no-one says that you
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| Must get back in the game
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| But let you take your own sweet time
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| And you just let them do the same
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| All who walk the wastelands
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| Feel they’re branded someone’s fool
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| All who walk the wastelands
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| Are hurting bad but won’t let sadness rule
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| The landscape is forbidding
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| The trees are hung with dew
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| But no-one ever comes to visit here
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| For the climate or to see the view
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| The wastelands must stay barren
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| So hearts can freely sow
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| The seed that thrives on all their bitterness
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| Well-knowing it won’t ever grow
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| All who walk the wastelands
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| Feel they’re branded someone’s fool
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| All who walk the wastelands
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| Know that Love can be so cruel
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| All who walk the wastelands
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| Are still missing what they had
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| All who walk the wastelands
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| Are hurting bad but won’t let sadness rule |