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Thursday - "Sparks Against The Sun" |
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On and off, the cylinders burn |
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With the fading heat of youth |
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And the sun slips below the treelike |
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Just out of view |
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Back and forth across the sky |
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The stars are hanging from a wire |
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Machine guns still firing in the corners of your ears |
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But in the light of day we'll disappear |
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Just like the little sparks against the sun |
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No one remembers where they begin |
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No one remembers where they begin |
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Or where we end |
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In and out, the days escape the damages of dawn |
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Still our dreams lie in broken pieces |
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Rusting on the lawn |
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But in the light of day we'll disappear |
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Just like the little sparks against the sun |
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No one remembers where they begin |
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No one remembers where they begin |
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Or where we end |
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The first step's got me lying on the floor |
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By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door |
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Three - I put my life in your hands |
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By the fourth step how much light is left? |
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Five six seven - I can see my dark and the harm |
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I've done, I've left my heart |
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Eight, nine ten - I'll take it back again |
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Eleven twelve - I'm putting out fires in hell... |
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But in the light of day we'll disappear |
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Just like the little sparks against the sun |
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No one remembers where they begin |
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No one remembers where they begin |
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Or where we end |