[Slug]
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I wanna follow the footprints across my lover's stomach
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I wanna call out her name before I plummet
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I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines
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Avoid the beasts under the bed that bring they bad times
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I wanna find this here so-called treasure
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The pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends
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Acknowledgin that I'm still just a piece of the sequence
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But seein these different footprints got me needin to show my weekness
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The timeline, the time zones, I cross em with my eyes closed
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Memorized the landmarks and learned the cycles
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The weather patterns, how the seasons affect
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The East and the West of each region learned the cycles
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Forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked
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Maybe it's a plus that there's a path
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If this was some uncharted land I'd have to be a smarter man
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Willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
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And natural resources are unlimited
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Exploration only requires some desire and initiative
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Take your time and find the right way to climb
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It ain't safe to play games with natures mind
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If I could show you, you would never leave it never
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And if I could show you, you would never leave it never
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If I could show you, you would never leave it never
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And if I could show you, you would never leave it never
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If I could show you, you would never leave it never
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And if I could show you, you would never leave me
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I wanna ride a train up my lover's arm, destination the brain
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Then climb out and find out what's going on
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Cut through trees and ride through rocks
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And synchronise the universal sun down to my watch
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I've seen a lot, but not quite as much as her
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To top it off the memory and her imagination blurred
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I know she's been put through hell, I can feel it
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And I know she's touched heaven as well, tryin to steal it
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It came on, it taught her the song
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strung her along and it caught her when that guard was gone
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Now to the break-o-dawn she's tryin to feel that fix
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And all the family and friends is tryin to seal them lips
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I'm not dumb, I can hear that train come from miles away
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I'm setting obstacles to stop the arrival
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Gonna blow up the iron in wood rogue
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From what I understood those be the aura fits of her survival
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My recital, yet another tantrum
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Because she's highly excitable swinging moods of red nova
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No happy endings always off to a bad start
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Addictive voyeurism to the trackmarks
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And if I could show you, you would never leave it never
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[fades until end]
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The Abusing Of The Rib
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