| As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
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| We settle down to cut ourselves apart.
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| Cough and twitch from the news on your face
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| And some foreign candle burning in your eyes
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| Held to the past too aware of the pending
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| Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale.
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| Enter the fog another low road descending
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| Away from the cold lust, you house and summertime.
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| Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes
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| A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
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| Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch
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| Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
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| Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
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| Offer me little but doting on a crime.
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| We’ve turned every stone and for all our inventions
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| In matters of love loss, we’ve no recourse at all.
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| Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes
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| A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
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| Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch
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| Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love. |