This story is past tense
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and I did not want my cover blown
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Thought well enough was left alone
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and who decided you'd rescue me?
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Yeah, I do agree
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a bent and broken set are we
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Up in a tree we're stuck
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and the only lights off the wire
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are all the moths in the fire
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Can't you feel how the air is getting dry
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Try, but can't identify
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what you start to think
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My baby won't come out at night
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They took apart the Angel's Flight
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For this
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Strange Season
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Did you feel it change from cold to hot
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With fever, you will have a bout
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And all you do is talk about
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the meaning of the walkabout...
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There I go again
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A taste of my own medicine
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So shake your head and look around
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The leaves don't fall
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There's still no sound
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to this
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Strange Season
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Then I start to think
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I've seen it through
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I saw the sights
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They disassembled Angel's Flight.
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with this
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Strange Season
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Do you want to know that
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it comes down to this?
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Do you want to hear that
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Ignorance is bliss
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Ignorance is bliss
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Strange Season
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Michael Penn |