| Into the greater unknown
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| Where sea and sky
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| With grace collide
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| To wash on the shores that we own
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| They bring to life
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| The brothers' pride
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| Hoah,
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| I feel the wind
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| I feel the wind is blowing south again
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| South again to the bad country
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| So it begins
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| So it begins we’re going down again
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| Down again to the bad country
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| Lines from our hands to the sea
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| We pull them in with burning skin
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| We climbed to the roots of the tree
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| To feel the wind
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| Lets go back again
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| Hoah,
|
| I feel the wind
|
| I feel the wind is blowing south again
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| South again to the bad country
|
| So it begins
|
| So it begins we’re going down again
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| Down again to the bad country
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| Scorched by the blazing sun
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| Burned to the falls we run
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| Into the dark we dive
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| Coming alive
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| Hoah,
|
| I feel the wind
|
| I feel the wind is blowing south again
|
| South again to the bad country
|
| So it begins
|
| So it begins we’re going down again
|
| Down again to the bad country
|
| Hoah,
|
| I feel the wind
|
| I feel the wind is blowing south again
|
| South again to the bad country
|
| So it begins
|
| So it begins we’re going down again
|
| Down again to the bad country
|
| Hoah,
|
| I feel the wind
|
| I feel the wind is blowing south again
|
| South again to the bad country
|
| So it begins
|
| So it begins we’re going down again
|
| Down again to the bad country |