At the road’s end
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There’s only backwards
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There’s only burial, a smoldering pyre
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At the road’s end
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Are the eyes of crows and
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They glisten from the bulletproof briar
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At the road’s end
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There’s only blackness
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A puking crevasse, a canyon wall
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At the road’s end
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Is just the open
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Indifferent barbarian sprawl
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It’s no fable
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It’s no closure
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It’s no circle
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But it’s not over
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There’s no shortcut
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There’s no rushing
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There’s no trusting
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But here goes nothing
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Straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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Everything is real in this
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Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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Got no map, got no compass
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We’re going right into the darkness
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Straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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Everything is real in this
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Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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Got no map, got no compass
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We’re going right into the darkness
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Straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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Everything is real in this
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Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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Got no map, got no compass
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We’re going right into the darkness
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Straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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Everything is real in this
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Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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Got no map, got no compass
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We’re going right into the darkness
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«And today, on Friday, February 10th, 2017, I had known my name,
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I had known how tall I stood, I had known my hands, I had known my eyes,
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and the color of the sun.»
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«He was a golden boy on a golden horse. |
And when he died, the Earth revolved
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around him.»
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And though I’ve run out of things to fear
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Still I’m alive, I’m alive out here
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Yes I’ve run out of things to fear
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But I’m alive, still alive out here
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It’s against the odds
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And it’s against the gods
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But there’s nothing left to fear
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In this impossible frontier
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And have I run out of things to say?
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Well were you ever listening anyway?
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And there’s a million words at play
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And that’s not even halfway
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I ignore the calls
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And I ignore the walls
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Until there’s nothing left to fear
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In this impossible frontier
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I am become the sacred seer
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For I’m alive, I’m alive out here
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And the air gets cold and clear
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After the kiss of the atmosphere
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It’s no time to blink
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And it’s no time to think
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And I’ve forgot the taste of fear
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In this impossible
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Straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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We’re goin' straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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And everything is real in this
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Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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Got no map, got no compass
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Going forward into darkness
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Straight into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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Straight on into wilderness
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Forward into darkness
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And everything is real in this
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Ain’t nothing here can stop us
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Got no map, got no compass
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We’re going forward into darkness |