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Oh, we could blame it on our hands
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They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it
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Or we could blame it on our bodies
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They say, "We like the way we feel when we get touched"
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You've got your fingers snared in my veins
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I think it's time you pulled them out
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And I don't care about the flesh it'll tear
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It isn't flesh that I'm worried about
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We held a match to keep our sight on the path
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But the flame gave up and we lost it
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And I've knelt for the last three years
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Trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick
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Today I'm not afraid of failure
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"The past is a flower; the future, the snow"
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I wasn't ever close to perfect
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But I never let you go
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You let your doubt like a river
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Lead you on and on and on and
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You will never get back
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To save what you had, hear me promise, "I will
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Bury your problems in me so sleep soundly"
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I held your heart in my fingers
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Now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone and
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You will never admit
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That you bid the wind blow the flames out
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And buried the coals in the sea, you tricked me
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You came back and you brought floods
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Wearing a necklace made of hearts
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That you'd dragged through the mud
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And I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you
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But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it. Said,
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"Darling, you're the only one on Earth I want to have it"
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But now I'm not so sure that that was true
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After the hell you put it through
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But there was no sharp pain this time
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Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine
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An unshakeable absence, like most of my insides
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Crawled out through my mouth and went west. But that's fine
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We cast our hearts in plaster
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We imagined our bodies were fashioned from stone but
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They chipped at the brick and the mortar
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We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bone
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And our bones are like chains
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Old and rusted in the rain
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They're going to snap when the weight shifts
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You moved like a fire through the forest
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Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips
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You'd been flirting with distance, princess
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I tasted its spit in your kiss
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Oh, mistress, know
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Today I will bury the flames of your failure
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The past is a liar; the future, a whore
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I'll lay your bones into the earth and you
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Will haunt my head no more
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Oh, we could blame it on our hands
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Oh, we could blame it on our hands, but
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It was our mouths that opened up to swallow
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And our heads that commanded us drink
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But as I buried your flames in the dirt
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I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave. And
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I fear they'll only lay in wait
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Till we are face to face again
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Just when I said, "I'm moving, I'm moving on"
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I felt them come to life again
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And again, and again, and again
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There are fires
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That tear through valleys and make dust from grass
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There are fires
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There are wires
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Bound to blue light they pull us to the past
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There are wires
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We are tired
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We should've known from the start that this thing wouldn't last
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We are tired
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_____________________
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Name Bury Your Flame
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair
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