The voices in my head are shadows, shadows
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She comes to me, to tell me what they're after
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Says it ain't the end boy but you best be careful, careful
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Might catch your tail end in a circle, circle
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The ocean how she moves in ripples, ripples
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In flashing lights I swear she wore old film then the color bleeds and she
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Becomes an angel, angel, hmmm
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Calls out to me like a siren to a scoundrel
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And I say come on child, and I say come on child
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The blanket where she hides my virgin lights
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Look to the sea where the cotton hits the turnpike
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Staring at your knees but I don't have the words right, words right now
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If up to me my maker turned right, turned right
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Lost another one but she still smiles, smiles
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Black lava rocks and instead she sees for miles says she wants, oh wants to
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Stay a child, child right now
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And wonders why we ever ever have to die
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And I say come on child and I say come on child
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Just a touch I'm gonna carry, carry
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Another time where I probably shared the same life
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The accent of a kiss whispers we're married, married now
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It's either love or just the sun in my eyes and I say come on child
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And I say come on child
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Love love love love love
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Child
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Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros |