Is this the edge of the world?
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We chased the horizon down ¡®til it hung beneath our feet.
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Now I¡¯m drifting blind. All I know is we can¡¯t move closer.
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I¡¯ve never seen the lights of the north,
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The constellations are so unfamiliar.
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We followed far, as far as this machinery takes us,
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To some imaginary place where the compass shifts
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And our lips drift to our cheeks.
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Is this the edge of the world? All I know is we can¡¯t move closer.
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Searching for some apparent place where floated needles decide the way.
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I¡¯d dig in my heels but I might crack the ice.
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Give me some solid ground.
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The frost is sinking in, in my cheeks, in my chest, in my fingertips.
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¡®Desperation,¡¯ we name every cape beyond the last.
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Frozen senseless. Every day is a winter solstice.
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The view¡¯s a wonder, but I can¡¯t take it in.
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Sun, make canvas of coastlines, so I know where I stand.
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We round each cape to find a bay to call our own.
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We round each cape to find a coast to call our home.
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Make canvas of coastlines.
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Don't Look Now, I'm Being Followed. Act Normal
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