| Gather sparks in a velvet bag
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| Count them out, one by one again
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| Under bricks, buried away
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| Speculate on a future stake
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| Hold them close, swallow them whole
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| Pound them out into sheets to control
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| The words become translucent
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| You cash them in
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| All this talk in the clouds
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| Changes wind on the ground
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| Open eyelids of gold
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| Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| A burning bloom on a bed of spines
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| Digging deep into your skin
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| The dry lines crack with charcoal
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| Your only comfort is the burning sun
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| Hold it close inhale it in
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| Take it down, and down and down again
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| Feel the quicksand through your fingers
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| Oh oh, while you melt away
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| All this talk in the clouds
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| Changes wind on the ground
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| Open eyelids of gold
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| Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out
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| Unleash the downpour
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| As the words rush in
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| Will they wash you away?
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| Watered down
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| Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out.
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| (Cut me out, cut me out)
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Unleash the downpour
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| As the words rush in
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| Will they wash you away?
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| Watered down.
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| Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out.
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, cut me out. |