From The Spares' Beautiful and Treacherous Thing
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fiogf49gjkf0d Twenty-seven years living life with a charm
We were smiling but at what I couldn’t say
Oh if we were being honest, we’d sound the alarm
‘Cause the grass was getting drier every day
And now that’s it’s burning it seems just like a dream
That the grass was ever green
It finally happened the fire caught up with us
It burned so hot it probably made nothing out of what was
It’s hard to make out what’s gone and what’s still here
I’m waiting for the smoke to clear
Tearing down a house with your own hands is not that hard
When the house is only made of sticks and straw
And it’s easy to convince yourself that living in the yard
With the fire and the pleasure isn’t wrong
What are you going to do with our life together?
What are you going to do with me?
With me?
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