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From the woods, from the woods |
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They are coming from the woods |
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Riding horses cloaked in gray |
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Make their way to my door |
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Lay their boots upon my floor |
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Wash their hands and start to pray |
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But I am gone, |
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I am not there |
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I have followed mountain bears |
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To a cave of deepest tome |
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There I wait by the mouth |
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As the smoke it flushes out |
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Then I'll slowly drag one home |
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All these things are ever lost |
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Stillness has brought my love to cost |
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From the woods, from the woods |
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Once a vision from the woods |
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At a point between two tracks |
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Bound by tape and by wire |
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Bruised and beaten in the fire |
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So the metals faded black |
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Newer ropes, stronger nets |
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Have us plumbing further depths |
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For the wolves we'll never be |
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Should we go? |
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Would we die? |
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If the weight it was to slide |
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Drag our secrets to the sea |
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All these things are ever lost |
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Stillness has brought my love to cost |
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I taste the sulfur on my breath |
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I see the blood pool on the step |
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The moon so thick, the wounds so fresh |
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And all is well |
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From the woods, from the woods |
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They are coming from the woods |
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From the woods, from the woods |
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They are coming from the woods |
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From the woods, from the woods |
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They are coming from the woods |
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From the woods, from the woods |
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They are coming from the woods |
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From the woods, from the woods |
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They are coming from the woods |
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From the woods, from the woods |
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They are coming from the woods |
