| They say it’s a cold place
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| Icy and grey
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| With a wind that cuts through
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| Marrow and bone
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| I’ve heard the earth cracks open wide
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| Before your eyes and might
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| Swallow you whole
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| They say you can get lost for days
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| In landscapes of big emotions
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| In the endless night when the sun doesn’t care
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| To crawl out of bed behind the oceans
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| We never learned to use a compass
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| We never learned to read these maps
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| We always yearned for far-off countries
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| We never found a straight way back
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| And it’s a miracle
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| A miracle
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| We found true north
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| True north
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| They say it’s an old place
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| With ancient tales
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| Of violence and war
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| Passion and soul
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| But I’ve seen the West bleed into the East
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| Like a slow breeze
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| Blowing ripples of hope
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| And I know I could get lost for life
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| Inside these stories I’ve heard
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| 'Cause it all just shows that what we know
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| Is just the tip, the tip, the tip of the iceberg
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| We never learned to use a compass
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| We never learned to read these maps
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| We always yearned for far-off countries
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| We never found a straight way back
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| And it’s a miracle
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| A miracle
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| We found true north
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| True north |