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Smouldering Sticks

Man I feel like a peasant in rags on a battlefield
Out and about for a daily morning stroll
I can’t stop my mind coming back to the places
That’s guaranteed to leave me full of holes
These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
Yeah, we wax poetic at a cafe
Justify the need to reconcile
A tongue checks the same familiar ulcer
Knowing it’s gonna be there all the while
These arms ar smouldering sticks and there’s no on to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
And if we’re breathing in smoke then I’ll ignore the pain
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
Yeah, we wax poetic at a party
(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
Justify the need to leave your mind
(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
A snow capped vista, steady surface
(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
I don’t usually have the coin or the time
(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
And if we’re breathing in smoke then I’ll ignore the pain
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames