On and off, the cylinders burn
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With the fading heart of youth
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And the sun slips below the treelike
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Just out of view
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Back and forth across the sky
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The stars are hanging from a wire
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(Machine guns still firing in the corners of our eye)
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But in the light of the day we'll disappear
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Just like the little sparks against the sun
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No one remembers where they begin
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or where we end
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In and out, the days escape the damages of dawn
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Still our dreams lie in broken pieces
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Rustin on the lawn
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But in the light of the day we'll disappear
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Just like the little sparks against the sun
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No one remembers where they begin
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or where we end
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The first step's got me lying on the floor
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By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door
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Three: I put my life in your hands
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By the fourth step how much light is left?
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Five six seven-I can see my dark and the harm
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I've done, I've left
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Eight, nine ten- I'll take it back again
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Eleven twelve: I'm putting out fires in hell...
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Sparks Against The Sun
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| Thursday |
