| This time the northern lights, they won’t say goodnight
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| For all they give us we return with nothing at all
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| With ire I hold on tight
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| Next to constellations that shine all night
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| The heavens call but they’re too far tall
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| As our feet fall we follow far and wide
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| On a needle spun directionless inside
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| We try to find a wayward land where machines run mad
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| Enveloped by a chill that crawls up our backs
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| Where the cold ice cap freezes and snaps
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| Under heavy-weighted heels it cracks
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| Tell me how my parts all work within
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| When all we hear are the sounds of these silent gears
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| A somber symphony that used to ring in our ears
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| And to the touch we’re cursed in cold
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| It seems as if the curtain has finally called
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| As the frostbite stalls and the chemicals start closing in
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| This time the northern lights won’t say goodnight
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| With ire I hold on tight
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| Next to constellations that shine all night
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| The heavens call but they’re such an unfamiliar sight
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| Move past the fork in the road
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| You’ll find what you’ve been looking for
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| Under star-drenched coastlines by the shore
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| Oh there’s a long journey ahead of us, son
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| But you won’t know 'til you lift your head up
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| You’ve got to take in the view before it’s time is up
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| Cascading over our thoughts
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| We canvas our memories for naught
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| Will serenity still show us what’s in store?
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| The sun sets tonight
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| It dives into the tide to be swallowed in the night
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| This time the northern lights won’t say goodnight
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| And shine for us all
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| With ire I hold on tight
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| Next to constellations that shine all night
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| The heavens call but they’re such an unfamiliar sight
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| Move past the fork in the road
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| You’ll find what you’ve been looking for
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| Under star-drenched coastlines by the shore
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| (this time the northern lights won’t say goodnight) |