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A wind carries your scent |
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To those who will find you out |
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A storm forces you down |
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To seek shelter from the rain |
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Your trail leads to a mine of cyanide and gold |
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A free falling darkness leads you to yourself |
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I am low to the ground again |
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I have the future bearing on down |
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I run with the starlight to the end |
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The tail of the echo subsides |
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(Now oath breaker sinks low x2) |
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So I crawl through the hailstones |
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My eyes fixed on my return |
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(Now oath breaker sinks low x2) |
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Time brings them all home |
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To the eye of every storm |
