| Twilight alit and fire on everything
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| From the belly of heaven come hidden machines
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| The moon is high and thin
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| And us beneath and wanderin'
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| Everything in pieces on the floor
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| The good times aren’t the good times anymore
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| Everything in pieces on the floor
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| The good times aren’t the good times anymore
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| The king is a child
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| The weather is mild
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| We’re all broke as shit and drowning
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| The king is a child
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| The weather is mild
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| We’re all broke as shit and drowning
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| O, holy sun!
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| O, burnt wilderness!
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| O, panting dog!
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| O, tenderness
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| O, holy sun!
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| O, burnt wilderness!
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| O, panting dog!
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| O, tenderness
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| Dead
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| Dead stars
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| Dead stars light
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| Dead stars light this country
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| Dead
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| Dead stars
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| Dead stars light
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| Dead stars light this country
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| Dead
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| Dead stars
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| Dead stars light
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| Dead stars light this country
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| A river dug, and set on fire
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| A river dug, and set on fire
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| A river dug, and set on fire
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| A river dug, and set on fire
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| A river dug, and set on fire
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| A river dug, and set on fire
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| A river dug, and set on fire
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| A river dug, and set on fire |