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<Cold Bits Of Fire>
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Smoggy october sea opens
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And the silent heat
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Of the birds is mine
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Everything's seen by the invicible stars
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Cold bits of fire
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Just nearby
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Wing moves along your thigh
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And the harbor's full of departures
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I count the months
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Like my memories
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Six white ones, six cold ones
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You cannot imagine numbers like that
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The whistle's like a dream
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And I have returned
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From the stars
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Wing moves along your thigh
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And the harbor's full of departures
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I count the months
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Like my memories
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Six white ones, six cold ones
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Cold Bits Of Fire
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| Throne of Chaos |
