After all the lights had died
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Out behind the palasades park
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Fireflies remembered to do
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Exactly what they were supposed to
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And memories were like coins that tumbled
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Somersaulting through the deep
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Down every well we threw them in
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Until they came to the top again
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And out like the sun
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In your hair, in your hair
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Every month that ends its spin
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Is picked up by the moon for keeping
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Clean and safe from accidents
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Sheltered from the elements
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But June is like an echo
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Of the sounds we never made
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I swear they find me in my waking hours
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Thirty days like poison flowers
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The wind in your hair
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Like a sigh, like a sigh
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With intermittent rain and shine
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the sky re-started six or seven times
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It's blue because it sees
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All our infidelities
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We both know that it's been so long
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I'm not sure what to say so I hope
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Fireflies remember to do exactly what it was they used to
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Song for the Fireflies
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| Josh Ritter |
