Curling lips, fingertips, dead eye dips
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I saw it all in the blackfield
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Splinter cracks, summer tracks, paperbacks
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We found them all in the blackfield
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In the shade, whistle blades, singing fades
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In the blackfield
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She wants to stay and talk all day
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So I remark when it gets dark
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All the pale things under the earth
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Will reverse
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River glass, cycle past, overcast
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I saw it all in the blackfield
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Copper sky, shadows rise, bridge of sighs
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We had all in the blackfield
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Skin tracks, face facts, fade to black
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In the blackfield
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She wants to stay and talk all day
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So I remark when it gets dark
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All the pale things under the earth
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Will reverse
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Blackfield
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