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We've come too far to turn back |
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It's way too dark to unpack |
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We'd stop right here but we're slipping |
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This ground is loose, we're not gripping |
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We're way in over our heads, it seems |
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And this place is coming apart at the seams |
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We can't stop or control our direction |
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The further we go, the less protection |
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Suddenly the beast takes notice |
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Unexpectedly we've earned his focus |
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We got here by a naive assumption |
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Our confidence was a false presumption |
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We're way in over our heads, it seems |
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And this place is coming apart at the seams |
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We can't stop or control our direction |
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The further we go, the less protection |
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We've come too far to turn back |
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It's way too dark to unpack |
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We'd stop right here but we're slipping |
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This ground is loose, we're not gripping |
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We're way in over our heads, it seems |
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And this place is coming apart at the seams |
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We can't stop or control our direction |
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The further we go, the less protection |
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We've come too far |
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We've come too far |
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It's way too dark |
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It's way too dark |
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We've come too far |
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We've come too far |
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T,t,t,turn back turn back turn back turn back |
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Turn back turn back turn back turn back... |