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Your piano is so tired and its keys are all black.
You run your hands down its grain and love pulls it back.
If your chat doesnt kill me then your scratches will.
Coz your eyes are graced with cross hairs and i am your kill.

And your standing still on the wrong side of this hill.
And il just let you burn like i never could.

Your smile could bring the sky down and end worlds tonight.
So play me a song to sleep to with your lips shut tight.
Hair like a foggy coast line that crashes all the ships.
Your siren calls out my name as i fall to bits.

And your standing still on the wrong side of this hill.
And il just let you burn like i never could.

Your piano is so tired
so play your final song.

And il just let you burn like i never could.

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from The Spectator & The Act ( reissue 2014), released January 14, 2014

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