| I, wander
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| I wander
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| I, wander
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| I wander
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| I wander lost alone
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| Far from home
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| You’ve got so far to roam
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| How can you go back
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| When you don’t know where you started?
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| No
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| Crumbling rocks and stones
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| Crush your bones
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| The hardest blow
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| Is not the conflict
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| But the conflicted quandary
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| Your heart is loaded with
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| Pulling you apart from within
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| Nothing can grow in the garden of sin
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| And hidden in you hand
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| Is a key to the forbidden land
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| You’ve been here before
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| But feel like starting again
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| This is a rebirth
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| A regeneration
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| A throwback
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| The tail of the lizard
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| Stronger when it grows back
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| So, slice your sword through the light
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| Hold it aloft
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| Cut a hole through the sky
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| The shadow of the colossus
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| I, wander
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| I wander
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| I, wander
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| The shadow of the colossus
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| See nature reclaiming the ancient sacred shrines
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| Making time and space entwined
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| Changing up the pacing of your frame of mind
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| Can’t hide from fate
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| I’m facing mine
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| Want to fight me?
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| Wait in line
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| I’m taking my bow and aiming high
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| Feather and cane decorating the sky
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| Whatever problem personally pursues you
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| Posed on any scale
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| Perserverence
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| Plus persistence
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| Persistently prevail
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| It’s a tale as old
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| As the mountain and peninsula
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| Your impediments will harden
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| As long as they’re kept insular
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| That’s why it’s vital
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| That you fight for every inch
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| Of the particular predicament
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| That’s pricking
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| Digging in your rib
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| And prickling you skin
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| Ripping you apart from within
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| Nothing can flourish in the garden of sin
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| And hidden in you hand
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| Is the key to the forbidden land
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| You’ve been here before
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| But feel like starting again
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| This is a rebirth
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| A regeneration
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| A throwback
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| The tail of the lizard
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| Stronger when it grows back
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| So, slice your sword through the light
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| Hold it aloft
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| Cut a hole through the sky
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| The shadow of the colossus
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| I, wander
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| I wander
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| I, wander
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| The shadow of the colossus
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| Get off my back, get off my back
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| Get off my back, get off my back
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| Get off my back, get off my back
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| Get off my back, get off my back
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| Get off my back, get off my back
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| Get off my back, get off my back
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| The mightiest axe
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| Is to a leviathan but tiny daggers
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| But it’s not the size that matters
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| It’s striking fast
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| With the right attack
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| As you find that light on the Titan’s back
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| And drive in the knife 'til it staggers
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| The night is alive with the sound
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| Of the lightning pounding the ground
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| As the giant crashes
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| Lying dormant
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| The lying dormin
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| Light and dark
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| Eye and horn
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| In dying dawn
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| Now I am mourning
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| For the higher form
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| I thought was a guiding light
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| Through the dire door
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| To the trial hall
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| Of my final calling
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| All to find that I have fallen
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| Waterfall dweller
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| I’m a sort a door-to-door seller
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| Port of call:
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| Fellows that are forty four foot tall
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| Hello
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| I brought a sword
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| For the inevitable awesome brawl
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| Hella enormous proportions
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| Result in the portions of gore
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| That’d cause a pool
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| That could hold a whole Portuguese man o' war
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| Without folding its knees
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| Or whatever those damn dangly organs are called
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| Stinging
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| Wringing you apart from within
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| Salting the earth
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| Halting rebirth of the garden of sin
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| And hidden in your hand
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| Is a key to the forbidden land
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| You’ve been here before
|
| But feel like starting again
|
| This is a rebirth
|
| A regeneration
|
| A throwback
|
| The tail of the lizard
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| Stronger when it grows back
|
| So, slice your sword through the light
|
| Hold it aloft
|
| Cut a hole through the sky
|
| The shadow of the colossus
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| I, wander
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| I wander
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| I, wander
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| The shadow of the colossus |