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We were sitting round a dying fire |
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Somebody lit incense, somebody lit a cigarette |
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And passed the bottle around |
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It was just strawberry season |
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Backbreakin' pickers in the patches |
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Every thing's burning down to ashes and down to the ground |
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She's saving me, |
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I don't even think she knows it |
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It's a strange way to show it as distant |
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As last night's dream unravels |
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She's saving me, |
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I'm a very lost soul |
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I was born with a hole in my heart |
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The size of my land locked travels |
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I try to put it aside but it's too much bigger than me |
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There's a big brown hawk in the tree |
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Lighting and leaving |
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And this tea leaves tossing |
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Heads up pennies in my pocket |
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Dead star like a rocket, the arc of my grieving |
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She's saving me, |
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I don't even think she knows it |
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It's a strange way to show it as distant |
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As last night's dream unravels |
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She's saving me, |
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I'm a very lost soul |
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I was born with a hole in my heart |
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The size of my land locked travels |
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The sky pours out biblical rain |
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Then days so still the beauty gives you pain |
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The heatwave kills the green and she remains unseen |
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But colors up my dream with all things blooming |
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This is not all there is, it's not a kingdom |
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It's not an angry |
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God, it feels like her |
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It feels like no fear, it feels like no doubt |
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It feels like inside out, the ashes stir |
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She's saving me, |
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I don't really think she knows it |
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It's a strange way to show it as distant |
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As last night's dream unravels |
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She's saving me, |
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I'm a very lost soul |
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I was born with a hole in my heart |
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As wide as my land locked travels |
