down the road, by the bend we're chasing black birds once again you were right, you were right story's end, walk the ledge our fingers and palms make a bridge
straight talk and moonlit skylines i've turned all the clocks back
cut your teeth, pull the sheet you're aware that collecting the bones from this fantasy a wooden heart from the start
straight talk and moonlit skylines i've turned all the clocks back
marionette, cut the string
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