The sun taunts you
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In everything you do
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Like a substance that works for everyone else
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But has no effect on you
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It shines for places
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You’ll never go
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It shines for people
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You’ll never know
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You believe that in your entire life
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You will never feel
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What it’s like
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So you turn away
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Dream about an escape
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A hole in the earth deep and cool
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That you could climb down into
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I despise the rising
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Of the upsetting sun
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I’ll hide away
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Until the day is done
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I’ll exclude myself
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A few months of every year
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To avoid the drama
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Of the sun, sweat and tears
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You could fall away
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And no one would know
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Release the tension of holding on
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Feel the high of letting go
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So you turn away
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Elude the pressures of the sun
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Go find your place in the shade
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Far away from everyone
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It’s so easy to get your fill
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When the engine turns and pushes in the dirt
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It’s so easy to be satisfied
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When all you want to do is lay down and die
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The Allure of the Earth
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Those dreams can come true
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When you make a deal with the earth
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Who says…
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“Here’s what I can do for you…”
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The Allure of the Earth
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When you are through with trying
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When you are tired and days are long
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Letting go seems so inviting
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The Allure of the Earth
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The desire to give up
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It is the encouragement
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When you are discouraged
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The Allure of the Earth
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When the urges aren’t worth fighting
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The temptations on the great beyond
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Become so exciting
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Allure Of The Earth
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| Woods Of Ypres |
