Your life, back in a banner year.
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A blast of light. A brace of cheers.
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A house of wild accolades
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evaporating on an August night
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when I'm looking out into the sound.
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I'm breathing deep. I'm turning around.
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I'm saying,
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"Do you want to swim out to that island?"
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I'm thinking,
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Touch my wrist. It's shaking just like someday
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baby when we're older.
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I'm wishing:
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Cash will be inside our kisses, someday,
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maybe, baby, when I'm gold.
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Your hair is thin and light
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as a white forest fire in the summertime.
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Your throat, where it's exposed, looks like a crime,
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all sneak-up slow and whisper quiet.
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Your pretty face looks like an island
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rising from a sea that's slowly drying.
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When I'm saying,
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"Do you want to sail out in the silence?"
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I'm asking,
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"Will you come over here and do me violence?"
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Press your ear up to my wrist -
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the blood is racing some way, going wherever,
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and I'm asking,
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"Will you stand up tall and be my shelter?"
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How will we go - what do you think?
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Into the dust? Into the drink?
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You slipped your fears into my head,
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some midnight freeway ride along with Jennifer.
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Hotels, jails, hospital details,
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The highway hugs the water.
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I had to cross a field of screaming fire
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to see the moonlight on the river.
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I'm asking,
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"Do you want to come and make me shiver?"
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I'm thinking,
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Squeeze my arm and feel it pull away like someday,
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baby, when we differ.
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I'll tell you what I didn't say.
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I'll tell you about the way I really miss him.
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You tell them what you want to tell them.
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Tell them about the way you really loved her.
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And we'll shake it, shake it,
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shake it off, and take another,
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because no one
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is going to stop me
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from loving
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my brother
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not even my brother.
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Your Past Life As A Blast
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Okkervil River |