| Blue light of morning, palm trees in rows
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| The end of my affair with the west coast
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| I was already dressed when she opened her mouth
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| Decided to give up the ghost
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| Helicopters, the coast guard and radar screens
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| The haunted and lonely technology
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| I’ll cut all my ties with the dead and the dying
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| I have been wasting my time
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| In need of a substance to steady my hands
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| I’m gonna make the most of this day’s plans
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| Falling in love with the shivering engines
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| Falling in love with the prettiest sound
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| I’m on your side
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| Behind the frontlines
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| A tear in the fabric that no one could see
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| But your heart was always unraveling
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| I gathered the twine as it trailed from behind
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| Collected it all in my coat
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| The Pacific Ocean you claim as your own
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| The vineyard, the graveyard, the grapes and the bones
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| Falling in love with the weight of the water
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| Falling in love with the taste of the ghost
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| I’m on your side
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| Behind the frontlines
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| On drugs in the dark with the one I love
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| That, my friends, is where I wish I was
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| Tied up in twine with the dead and the dying
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| Dragging back home under her control
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| She’s looking for someone to settle her debts
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| And I always settle for the silhouettes
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| Falling in love with some back-lighted stranger
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| Falling in love and going into the red
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| I’m on your side
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| Behind the frontlines |