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Dance with me my darling, for the summer clock does grind |
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And the hands are getting stronger, squeezing harder every time |
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We can get so close we feel the flames but we can't quite see the fire setting blaze to the pyre |
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And now there's blood on my kerchief, well I think my moment's come |
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Cuz the past and the future are both blurring into one |
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There's a girl's voice on the telephone tellin' me that |
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everything will be fine, but all I'm picking up is static on the line |
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Soak the heart in brine |
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Shoot it with salt and lime |
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Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine |
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Fightin' all the waves until I was ashore again underneath all the pines |
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Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go |
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Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me |
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I pay taxes on distance, and there's a fee for helplessness |
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Retribution for nights spent on the drunk side of the fence |
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I'll gather whats left and split it in two and place wagers with each of my pence |
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One coin on guilty, the other on innocence |
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Soak the heart in brine... |
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Shoot it with salt and lime |
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Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine |
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Fightin' all the waves until I was ashore again underneath all the pines |
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Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go |
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Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me |
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So jump in the barley wine, dive to the bottom and close your eyes |
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We'll float forever like dreams that were cast to the sea, all at the cost of a dime |
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And impossible is nothing when you have a dream to hold |
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We found our dreams in a glorious, ever-loving, bottomless pot of gold |
