Did I burn each last bit of myself
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Did I turn my back on the kid in myself
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And tear the oldest root
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In a charlatan's pursuit
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And the world drifting farther away
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On the run with nowhere to hide
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The black angel still clings to my side
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You know he's faster than
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Any man
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And the world drifting further away
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What I told you lover I guess that I meant
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By the time that you read this I will have repented
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I know I am a fool
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For trying to play it cruel
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And you played so much kinder than I
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Your memory now is the shadow to my shadow
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I wind it tight like a player piano
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Your skirt above your knees
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I watch you press the keys
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It calms the smarting flesh
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Of the wound we have undressed
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If still there's a song deep in this marrow
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Who lets you draw that last shivering arrow
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What kind of smarting loon
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Believes that he can shoot the moon
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Calm these frailing nerves
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They ask to be preserved
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I was ashamed and mute
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Fumbling around for my parachute
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Then gliding through the rain
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Not a drop could leave its stain
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And the world drifting farther away
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Burn
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The Low Anthem |