Into this strange elastic world
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Pontus kindly gave up a pearl
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Of his eternal stone and mud
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And ain't she lovely bone and blood
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Born of the sea
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A thousand miles away from me
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A court of angels
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Wards of the sun
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A future forming
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A curse undone
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Under our softly burning lamps she takes her time
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Telling stories of our possible lives
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And love is the ink in the well when her body writes
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I've been selfish and full of pride
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And she knows deep down there's a little child
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But I've got a good side to me as well
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And it's that she loves in spite of everything else
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A song in the tree has distracted her mind
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Some other curious form of life
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Has made its presence to her known
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And she coos so gently, soft and low
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He shining face in a million reflections
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On tiny raindrops that fall in a veil
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Over our city like notes from above
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It overwhelms me I just ain't that tough
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It's not that the darkness can't touch our lives
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I know it will in time
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But she's no ordinary valentine
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And now when the sun goes down she sheds a darling light
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I've been selfish and full of pride
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And she knows deep down there's a little child
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But I've got a good side to me as well
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And it's that she loves in spite of everything else
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September
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The Shins |