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(Main Title Theme from "True Detective") |
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From the dusty may sun her looming shadow grows |
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Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote. |
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She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun, |
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And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood. |
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In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon, |
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I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom. |
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A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced. |
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I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand. |
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When the last light warms the rocks and rattlesnakes unfold, |
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Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones. |
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And rise with me forever across the silent sand, |
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And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands. |
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