Man I feel like a peasant in rags on a battlefield
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Out and about for a daily morning stroll
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I can’t stop my mind coming back to the places
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That’s guaranteed to leave me full of holes
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These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
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With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
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Yeah, we wax poetic at a cafe
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Justify the need to reconcile
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A tongue checks the same familiar ulcer
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Knowing it’s gonna be there all the while
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These arms ar smouldering sticks and there’s no on to blame
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With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
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And if we’re breathing in smoke then I’ll ignore the pain
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With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
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Yeah, we wax poetic at a party
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(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
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These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
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Justify the need to leave your mind
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(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
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These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
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A snow capped vista, steady surface
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(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
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These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
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I don’t usually have the coin or the time
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(These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
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These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame)
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These arms are smouldering sticks and there’s no one to blame
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With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
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And if we’re breathing in smoke then I’ll ignore the pain
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With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames |