Bad Country

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Into the greater unknown

Where sea and sky

With grace collide

To wash on the shores that we own

They bring to life

The brothers' pride

Hoah

I feel the wind

I feel the wind is blowing south again

South again to the bad country

So it begins

So it begins we're going down again

Down again to the bad country

Lines from our hands to the sea

We pull them in with burning skin

We climbed to the roots of the tree

To feel the wind

Let's go back again

Scorched by the blazing sun

Burned to the falls we run

Into the dark we dive

Coming alive

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