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I can meet you by the roadwhere the spraypaint meets the grassand your thirty second thoughtsmelt into your time-lapse photographsand the day, seems to float againin the wake of your open armsthe needle skips along the waxand the sun is solid goldI sick my canines to the fat'Cause a heavy vessel floatsand the day, seems to float againin the wake of your open armsyour body's beached along the bayI lit a bonfire and drowned it in your nameI split your film into the lightof the never ending dayand the cold collapsed my heartso I buried it in the canyons of your claim Aus Songtexte Mania