| Landslide, wide-eyed, running to the ends of what |
| Name you, chain you, bottle you up and train you |
| To be solid upright, but we can't run forever this |
| Face is facing forward but you're halted to the hearing |
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| Landslide, wild-child, turn your body back, say |
| 'I'm gonna do this way i want and never gonna |
| Look behind' and when you |
| Show this, own this, they'll run for cover |
| You're comin' like a landslide... |
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| This a crucible, endless ritual |
| Circled by fire, not asking to be saved and |
| In your crucible all is touchable |
| Burn away, only you remaining... |
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| Landslide, wide eyed, own your body back to what it |
| Gave you, names do only what they're meaning so be |
| Solid upright, you came in like a fury and your |
| Purpose is a truth-test, ruthless — speak child! |
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| Heart-side, wild-wise, seeing only half-full |
| Bashful in the beauty yet your arrows meet their |
| Mark every moment barely woken woven deep |
| Into their cover, you're comin' like a landslide... |
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| We call from the sun-bound seer, |
| We throw in the light from here... |
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| This a crucible, endless ritual |
| Circled by fire not asking to be saved and |
| In your crucible all is touchable |
| Burn away, only you remaining... |