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 the floor
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Wash their hands and start to pray
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But I am gone, I am not there
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I have followed mountain bears
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To a cave of deepest home
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Now 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, 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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And I taste the sulfur on my breath
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And 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! (Ahhh)
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[x6]
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From The Woods!!
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| James Vincent Mcmorrow |
