What’s this scent the wind’s rushing over
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Looks like flesh is burning
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Come, follow me, I know the place
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Where the grass is still fresh
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Let’s take this path, say goodbye to the city
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There’s still time. Take my hand
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Stop playing the rebel
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The tree has almost covered our homes
Please, let’s get out of here
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My heart, my heart is a pendulum
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My heart beats in your steps
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All I do is wait for you, my heart, my heart
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Under the black sky of ash
Ginger, the mountain’s shaking
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Run, now run. Come on. Go
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Looks like all hell is on our heels
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Lava’s moving in, but I trust we’ll reach the sea
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It’s right there, a few steps, no, don’t turn around
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Come quick, follow me, my heart
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Dogs are on our heels, but the pier’s close
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Ginger, the ground beneath us is wobbling
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And Ginger, a big ship’s taking shape over there
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Deep inside, hope is waving at us
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Ginger, we’ll be far from here
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In an hour, if you want, we’ll look back
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But from here, I relish it and laugh
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Ginger, say goodbye to the city
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Ginger, we’re safe now