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.
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The Past And Pending
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The Shins |