| We were travellers, so blind
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| Went to where the world did end
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| Read of death in waves and out
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| So this is when we walked away
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| And this sadness, I suppose
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| Gonna hold me to the ground
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| Where I’m forced to find the still
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| In a place you won’t be 'round
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| Was I ever part of knowing
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| With your hands in mine
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| Little screams into the wonder
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| And a wild set of rides
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| Come on
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| And so here I go again
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| Say I want my freedom, sure
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| But it’s like end of all the dreams
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| Like in my life I needed more
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| And this madness, I suppose
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| Gonna haunt me with the line
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| That I could drink until I sleep
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| Through all scarier times
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| Was I ever part of knowing
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| With your hands in mine
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| Little screams into the wonder
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| And a wild set of rides
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| Come on
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| Now was I ever going to be more than these savages in me
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| As they will sing into silence, just to silence tears
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| Now what is left in here?
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| It’s not the sting of cities flickering in life, no
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| It’s not me knowing there’s a deeper in the dust, no
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| It’s not the reasoning with shadows that are gone, no
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| It’s not me knowing I’m yet to see fire
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| It’s just all this fucking doubt
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| Come on
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| And this silence, I suppose
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| Gonna hold me to the ground
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| Where I’m forced to find the still
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| In a place you won’t be 'round |