| Electric windmill skyline
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| The cracking soil beneath my feet
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| It’s pearls drenched with lust
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| This empty bed, the sweat soaked sheets
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| It’s like they empty out the ocean
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| Bodies mending this scorched earth
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| It’s like they empty out the ocean
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| Bodies mending this scorched earth
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| So call me on your long walks home
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| Where drunken voices bleed into one
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| I will to you the smell of burning leaves
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| Rusted windchimes and the feverish glow of fireflies
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| We were such terrible liars
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| We were such passionate lovers
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| We were such terrible liars
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| We were such passionate lovers
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| So call me on your long walks home
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| Where drunken voices bleed into one
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| We awoke on your cluttered bed
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| To the schoolchildren below
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| Our teeming hearts
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| Habitual words are effortlessly flung
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| We were such terrible liars
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| We were such passionate lovers
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| We were such terrible liars
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| We were such passionate lovers
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| We were such terrible liars
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| We were such passionate lovers
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| We were such terrible liars
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| We were such passionate lovers
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| (Call me on your long walks home
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| Where drunken voices bleed into one)
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| Stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are
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| Stay where you are
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| If you’re not in love, stay where you are |