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I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows //////////////
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes///////////
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies///////////////////////
You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes/////

Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes//////////////
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes/////
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain//
That is pouring like an avalanche comin’ down the mountain/////