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Written by Joe Blackford 2012

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Throw out what's jaded, in this town.
bury it in graves, til it dies out.
comfort in shallow tongue,
beneath the perfect one.

If this be a true verse, dear Larkin,
then I will walk through hell, just to figure it out.
small papered ego death,
build a mind from what was left.

I saw it all I saw it all yeah,
I woke up with the sun this morning,
you were wrong, you were wrong ego death,
I woke up with the sun this morning,

My mind is twisting the fabrics,
of this life with colour so honest,
that all sense of logic and value,
came up with the sun like it was brand new.

You might stop burning it down, you might stop burning it down now.

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from So here I am and these are my friends, released September 10, 2012
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