| Telegram lines in meadows of junk
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| Jewels stay late to shake and I’ll be sunk
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| Small eyed sellers with conquering ties
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| And I know those sins carry dangerous crimes
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| Yes we’re sitting down the back with a head full of haze
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| Coming to terms with our yesterdays
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| Last night I found love in my fingertips
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| Imagined I was swimming between your peninsular lips
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| Standing on the snaking road
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| Mistaken, forsaken, and totally blowed
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| Yes we’re sitting down the back with a bone in my hand
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| Pull down the blind on the sunburnt land
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| Once we stopped in the dead of night
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| I must have walked in on a hell of a fight
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| I never even saw who was throwing the punch
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| I never even asked who was paying for lunch
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| It reminds me of the time I’ve told you about
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| Every voice in the world seemed to shout
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| I sank to my knees hands over my ears
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| I could have heard what nobody hears
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| But I blew out the match with a weary breath
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| Checked my stash, there was nothing left
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| Stuck my face into the night
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| Tasted the rain that came with the light
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| Sitting in the back with a sneaking suspicion
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| Happy with my lazy ambition |