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Her muffled lies fly between two oak trees tonight, like black smoke in moonlight. With her hand on mouth, embrace the Irish on her sighs with apathetic eyes.

Let's pretend we're tangled in these dirty sheets and we're not leaving, not for weeks. Let's pretend that pressed to plead she'll never stray and when she floats she'll be ok.

and she won't say one word about the worst she's done.

You want it all. Everything i ever had to be. The rise and fall has never been so difficult for me. Lost away our chances slipped through the wooden finger tips. Round and round they're circling the drain.

And she won't say one word about the worst she's done. A twisted phrase about the war we never won.

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from Bastard Sons of Minneapolis, track released August 15, 2011

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