| We begin with singletons, sages, and the onionskin on
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| Those of heartbeat back the buried sunshine
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| Yeah, that’s how it is
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| Aggressive summers, broken windows, silence
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| Breaks the coming thunder
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| Aren’t we silly, filled with hope and bandages
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| All our lives in pearls
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| And all our afternoons sitting on setting suns
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| If there’s really nothing going wrong
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| There’s really nothing going on
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| We have eyes of stealing will, we are born
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| To kill and we will
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| All our muscles, ruffled feathers are fear
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| Here completely, it beats me, keeps me and leaves me like a love
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| Aren’t we silly, filled with hope and bandages
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| All our lives in pearls
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| And all our afternoons sitting on setting suns
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| If there’s really nothing going wrong
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| There’s really nothing going on
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| You and me and everyone, and everyone we know, knows
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| It’s done
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| Aren’t we silly, filled with hope and bandages
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| Can’ts are filled with walls |