| The sun lay on the flat of the land
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| Without the strength to keep its flame
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| I fixed myself a drink
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| And I went through it all again
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| Now this had happened once before
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| I knew you were not joking
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| The bush was burnt for miles
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| And into it the sun was sinking
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| I drove down to the six mile beach
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| I traced the steps that we had made
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| Into a dip between two dunes
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| Two summers since where we had laid
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| I looked into the sand
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| Where we had made our indentation
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| And the movement of our bodies
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| Now seemed an act of desperation
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| A bitter star will follow you
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| An empty sky will swallow you
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| The prophecies are proven to be true
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| A bitter star will follow you
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| An empty sky will swallow you
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| This song shall be a curse on you
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| This song shall be a curse on you
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| The words that meant so much before
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| They fell from my mouth like crumbs
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| The sun lay on the flat of the land
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| But I swear it was a colder one
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| A bitter star will follow you
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| An empty sky will swallow you
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| The prophecies are proven to be true
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| A bitter star will follow you
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| An empty sky will swallow you
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| This song shall be a curse on you
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| This song shall be a curse on you |