Your presence howls inside my ear
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You lifted the ark from me
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Now there’s nothing i cannot see
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A wooden tin, a hidden sleet
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Throw the matches upon my bed
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In this boiling light
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It swims through this
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Hollowed bin to me
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Now you ring the bells
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Bells
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| Shannon Wright |
