| I’m the wilderness that eats your bones
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| You crossed the mark from your civil zone
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| I might be narrow I might be wide
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| We share the same line at the same time
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| Alienized that’s how I feel
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| One foot here and another there
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| And in between I’ll find a name
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| But what I see is all the same
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| When you think you are alone
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| I’m right by your side
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| Well they call me ecotone
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| The cold boundary knife
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| I’m the second when the lights go out
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| Caught in between there’s no way out
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| The edge effect that’s what it is
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| But still in the center of the place
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| Changing colors right in front of you
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| Even though we are one in two
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| Sharing the balance of the ecotone
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| Makes the alien breathe no more
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| When you think you are alone
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| I’m right by your side
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| Well they call me ecotone
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| The cold boundary knife
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| When you think you are alone
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| I’m right by your side
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| Well they call me ecotone
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| The cold boundary knife
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| When you think you are alone
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| I’m right by your side
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| Well they call me ecotone
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| The cold boundary knife
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| Well you thought you were alone
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| But I was right there by your side
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| Still they call me the ecotone
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| The cold boundary knife |