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The Republic Of Wolves lyrics : "A Weather Vane"

All that time that you kill
Pulling smoke to your lungs
In a parking lot covered in green glass and shimmering

The light on your face starts to darken then dissipate
The ghost was inside your mouth
Placing bets with your teeth

Forcing your voice out
Pushing your tongue up from underneath
And I passed the fields we were racing the sun


You slipped away past the fog and the fire
Like I saw the footsteps cut out of the ash

We traded names just to see if the colors would change
And they did


I got sick of the pull
You just sputtered and sang
You were nothing a curtain, the sawdust, a weather vane

And don't try to skip past the part where you realize

You slipped away past the fog and the fire

Like I saw the footsteps cut out of the ash
We traded names just to see if the colors would change
And they did


Well I lied my way out of this one
And you lied your way to a ditch

And I fought myself just to stay up
Out of your street-walking tongue-talking sleep
How it consumed you

And eventually me

(Unintelligible)

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