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Brown roots burn — black ashes The systematic crashes we’ve devised Revised our future  — to repeat the past Was this all too fast? — Too slow? Another empty show of hands The bands have left — and the stage has cleared The page has turned — and the ink has dried Now it’s just: You and I Green eyes — Suicide Halycon — On and on But now you’ve gone too far Play the 45, and I’ll see you — when the album ends The bends of your lips — your collar bones and hips — — Your moans Gather your pens — and spell it out yell and shout — until your message is clear: — I’m dying to hear your voice Or maybe I’m just dying Time is running thin Yet time is a myth — and death is a dream It seems it’s time to wake up  — for the sake of us You and I Green eyes — Suicide Halycon — On and on.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
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Brown roots burn — black ashes The systematic crashes we’ve devised Revised our future  — to repeat the past Was this all too fast? — Too slow? Another empty show of hands The bands have left — and the stage has cleared The page has turned — and the ink has dried Now it’s just: You and I Green eyes — Suicide Halycon — On and on But now you’ve gone too far Play the 45, and I’ll see you — when the album ends The bends of your lips — your collar bones and hips — — Your moans Gather your pens — and spell it out yell and shout — until your message is clear: — I’m dying to hear your voice Or maybe I’m just dying Time is running thin Yet time is a myth — and death is a dream It seems it’s time to wake up  — for the sake of us You and I Green eyes — Suicide Halycon — On and on.
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crookedleaf
American
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
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