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BI can feel it on my tongue
Brick and mortar as thick as scripture
Drawing G#mlines in the sand and lD#maying borders as tFall as towers
BI babble on until my voice is gone
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, G#mand lined with D#mcedar
But theF words fall flat like cymbals crashing
Like mBolars gnashing
F'Cause like constellations a million years aBway
Every good intention, eG#mvery goodC intention
BIs interpolation,F a line we drew in the Barray
Looking for the faces G#m
Looking for the shapes in the silence
BAll that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night
And a matter of time
But I hear the rFumble
As the tectonic plates start to shake
And IB feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
F'Cause like constellations a million years Baway
Every good intentioG#mn, every gCood intention
BIs interpolation,F a line we drew in the Barray
Clinging to the G#mfaces
Clinging to the shapes in the silence
CGCB
DFBG#mFBG
FLike constellations imploding in the nigBht
Everything is turning, G#meverything is Fturning
And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different Blight
And everything you thought you G#mknew
Fwill fall apart, but you'll be all right
End
BD#m
G#mDBGG#5
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