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a stormy summer |
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is rolling closer |
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lighting up this holy smoker |
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and if this drinking |
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could ease the thinking |
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I toast to my home truth with this glass |
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all rise you promises broken |
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call my lovers by their names |
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lost hearts and words that are spoken to the wind |
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which blows before the rain |
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~~~~~~ |
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little pin-pricks |
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and how my ears bleed |
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on the bomb ticks that is my heartbeat |
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in every life-flash |
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in every car crash |
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I hear the silence waiting to fall |
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all rise you promises broken |
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call my lovers by their names |
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lost hearts and words that are spoken to the wind |
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which blows before the rain |
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~~~oh~~~ |
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for all I carry |
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are murdered secrets |
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the price of my blue star-eyed weakness |
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and so we travel |
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and we unravel |
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towards the place where all loose ends go |
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all rise you promises broken |
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call my lovers by their names |
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lost hearts and words that are spoken to the wind |
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which blows before the rain... |
