September

[00:19.15] Every suntan tells stories and the shape of the white snitches
[00:25.05] Fat men in tropical climes
[00:29.55] Now you tell me you've been fucking somebody new
[00:34.45] And that I should've known for a while
[00:40.16]
[00:43.38] Watching the starlings as autumn draws in
[00:47.72] As they make ghosts across London fields
[00:52.72] And I would've moved out there to be with you
[00:58.23] I would've moved out there for real
[01:03.32]
[01:05.88] Saw a choir of golden angels wearing matching rucksacks
[01:11.13] As they obscured the view to your train
[01:16.20] And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rambling here
[01:24.32] Just want to see the way the skin splits 'round his bones
[01:29.33] And the gurgling head in your lap
[01:34.48] And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away
[01:39.57] And the mud and the blood in the grass
[01:44.55] When we scraped our bones together
[01:49.39] We got fire (fire, fire, fire-)
[01:55.03] When we scraped our bones together
[01:59.77] We got fire (fire, fire, fire-)
[02:05.46] When we scraped our bones together
[02:09.85] We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
[02:15.63] When we scraped our bones together
[02:20.15] We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
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