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North coast swells |
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I feel it when the cold comes in |
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Run red deer |
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They'll need you when they hunt your skin |
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Evening came |
| [01:12.07] |
To the corners of my mind again |
| [01:17.85] |
Cold and clean |
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A ringing on an open plain |
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| [02:10.26] |
Pale sun rose |
| [02:12.96] |
A shimmer on the dusty morn |
| [02:17.97] |
Wheel will turn |
| [02:20.93] |
Spinning and my past will burn |
| [02:25.36] |
But it seems so long, my friend |
| [02:34.07] |
My memory is all but gone |
| [02:42.20] |
Back to my whispering mind |
