Out into pitch black
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Where the moon lay upon its back
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Driving deep into the throat
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of the countryside
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Strapped tight into
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Centre of scene
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Starry open attic night
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No headline hits happen here
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About what do I write
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So sad the pull I feel
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Is a push into out of sight
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Hard not to look behind
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when there's something
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On your back
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On your soul
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On your mind
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Let time pass by
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Circles fly
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Time can wet and roll a
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Tear from the eye
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Strapped tight into
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Centre of scene
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Starry open attic night
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No headline hits happen here
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About what do I write
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So sad the pull I feel
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Bound For Boston Hill
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