We took fifteen steps
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But fifteen wrong
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Through packs of wolves
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And wild dogs
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Wait,
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We've been told to
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Our house turns to rust
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And power is lost
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Your hands are clean
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But these diamonds are soft
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Wait,
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We've been told to
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The hammers were quiet
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Nailing me to the wall
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I've been hanging here
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All nightlong
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We've been here before
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We'll be there again
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The blood on my hands, hanging
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Over my head
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The Mountain
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Catches fire and melts the snow
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Now the river
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Carries us home
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The Mountain
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| The Stills |
