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(Just a little further up the hill boy, |
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You'll be home soon enough.) |
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All along the river, |
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peddling as fast as I could |
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Watch as the wasteland flowers |
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All cars and rubbish flourish, |
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with black berries and red berries |
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Sweet black berries |
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Tainted red berries |
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Berries |
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Berries |
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When looking for my tower |
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of all the rails and the roads |
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I need a resurrection |
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as my desires and power, grown thicket |
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tall around me |
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Tall around me |
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Tall around me |
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Around |
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Around |
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Around now |
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Well, have I been travelling so long |
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that I forgot how to stop? |
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Why are my brakes all broken? |
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Wheels spinning out of control |
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In mirror |
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pale and deathly have become |
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Oh, what have I become? |
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Mother |
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what have I have become? |
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Become |
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Become |
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Become now |
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Now |
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And all my wastelands flower |
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(and all my wastelands flower) |
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And all my thickets grow on and |
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And all my wastelands flower |
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(when all my wastelands flower) |
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And all my thickets grow tall and tall |
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Still damn tall |
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Tall and tall |
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And around |
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All around me |
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(round and round and round) |
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What have I become? |
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Pale and deathly have become |
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What have I become? |
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Pale and deathly have become |
