| i was burning through a life on fire
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| and when you breath you feed the flame
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| only ashes will remain
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| on a park bench in a city
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| sat a faceless winter coat
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| told me blood is water
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| you’ll deny me later
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| hanging chinese lantern riddles from your trees
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| when you have no answers
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| careful that you dont wake up
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| keep dreaming of me
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| knowing you’ll never understand
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| on rye beside of the river lights
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| in fields of barley dried
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| and pour a world of drinks for the sky
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| in the ivory heat of morning
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| through the mercy of the sun
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| you were searching for me
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| worship stone on hillsides
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| saw the shape in the clothesline that could not be wind
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| there is something watching
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| and i heard them whisper
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| curse their words upon me
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| as it left or chose to stay
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| as a child i saw the glory of every tower raised in stone
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| built for soul and not for gold
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| to conceal the dark from sunlight
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| you can never build too high
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| and i never solved it
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| it was lost in the ether
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| and i know you’ve seen my candle in the night
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| i will come to call you
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| and ill cull if the the blood helps
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| if and when you escape and try to run from me |