| 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 my 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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| There 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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| 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
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| From the woods, from the woods
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| They are coming from the woods
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| From the woods, from the woods
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| They are coming from the woods
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| From the woods, from the woods
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| They are coming from the woods
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| From the woods, from the woods
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| They are coming from the woods
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| From the woods, from the woods
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| They are coming from the woods |