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The sun lay on the flat of the land |
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Without the strength to keep its flame |
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I fixed myself a drink |
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And I went through it all again |
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Now this had happened once before |
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I knew you were not joking |
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The bush was burnt for miles |
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And into it the sun was sinking |
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I drove down to the six mile beach |
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I traced the steps that we had made |
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Into a dip between two dunes |
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Two summers since where we had laid |
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I looked into the sand |
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Where we had made our indentation |
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And the movement of our bodies |
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Now seemed an act of desperation |
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A bitter star will follow you |
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An empty sky will swallow you |
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The prophecies all proven to be true |
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A bitter star will follow you |
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An empty sky will swallow you |
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This song shall be a curse on you |
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The words that meant so much before |
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They fell from my mouth like crumbs |
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The sun lay on the flat of the land |
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But I swear it was a colder one |
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A bitter star will follow you |
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An empty sky will swallow you |
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The prophecies all proven to be true |
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A bitter star will follow you |
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An empty sky will swallow you |
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This song shall be a curse on you |
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This song shall be a curse on you |
