| So let me hammer this point home
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| I see us all as lonely fires
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| That have burned alive as long as we remember
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| But like all fireworks and all sunsets
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| We all burn in different ways
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| You are a fast explosion
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| And I am the embers
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| And though your flames are quick and mean
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| They will not last the year
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| But expire like a sudden falling star
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| That only nightingales had seen before
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| Migrating to southern jungles
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| And in this way you will come find me in December
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| He said he’d like to move to Nashville to master the guitar
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| Where he would live a single day the way I live a single year
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| He covered his body in mud
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| Went hunting for the sun
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| Then went swimming in a lake of holy water
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| Oh, you are too hot for me
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| I am too slow for you
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| You are a vast explosion
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| And I am the embers
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| You need the one who slowly burns
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| And burns to stay alive
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| And in this way you will come find me in December
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| So let me hammer this point home
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| I see us all as lonely fires
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| That have burned alive as long as we remember
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| But like all sacrificial virgins
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| We all burn in different ways
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| You are a vast explosion
|
| And I am the embers
|
| And though your flames are quick and mean
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| They will not last the year
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| But expire like a sudden shooting star
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| That only nightingales had seen before
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| Transforming into bluebirds
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| And in this way you will come find me in December |