We go to bed and you fall asleep, fall asleep, not me,
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we go to bed and I lie awake, lie awake and
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float out the window and down the street, over the bridge and
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into the village for a little break from me, meaning us.
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I float away and you disappear, disappear,
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some pretty young villager takes my hand and leads me to more
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pretty young villagers forming a ring, forming a ring around
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a bonfire built on a line in the sand between me an us.
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Am I lost, have I lost, have they thrown me on the fire,
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there to dance in the flames, far enough from you to wonder
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if me still means us.
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She leads me to the end of the night. A boyfriend of hers is there.
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You're on his arm, but our eyes don't meet, our eyes don't meet 'cause
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we only have eyes for fueling the fire, being melted down and reformed
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in the image of wilder things, wilder things than us.
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Are we lost, have we lost, have they thrown us on the fire,
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there to dance in the flames, far enough from one another.
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We fed them to the flames, but they're just getting colder and colder.
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The boy's at least half again as selfish, and the girl's feeling a day
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older per hour,
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but there's no help for them now,
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because together looks good when you're alone looks good
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when you're together,
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and it takes a village older and less inclined to say which is better to say
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which would be better.
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Me And Us
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| Punch Brothers |
