Telegram lines in meadows of junk Jewels stay late to shake and I'll be sunk Small eyed sellers with conquering ties And I know those sins carry dangerous crimes Yes we're sitting down the back with a head full of haze Coming to terms with our yesterdays Last night I found love in my fingertips Imagined I was swimming between your peninsular lips Standing on the snaking road Mistaken, forsaken, and totally blowed Yes we're sitting down the back with a bone in my hand Pull down the blind on the sunburnt land Once we stopped in the dead of night I must have walked in on a hell of a fight I never even saw who was throwing the punch I never even asked who was paying for lunch It reminds me of the time I've told you about Every voice in the world seemed to shout I sank to my knees hands over my ears I could have heard what nobody hears But I blew out the match with a weary breath Checked my stash, there was nothing left Stuck my face into the night Tasted the rain that came with the light Sitting in the back with a sneaking suspicion Happy with my lazy ambition
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