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All that’s made it to this place
Is your window-tinted sunshine face
And the rubber tubes and rusty plates
On your brother’s stolen bike

Come through the window and find my hand
Reaching through the sinking sand
Of children’s books and far off lands
Where muffled voices fade

And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,
And the bombs
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,
And the bombs

Your shrapnel words through brick and bone
Hurt like any stick or stone
And now there’s bodies in your home
Bodies walking in your home

And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat

You blew out the birthday flame
Whistling a sweet disdain
Carving out the sugar cane
While we watched from my room

I remember you that way
With everything in the world to say
To an empty room on your favorite day
Drawing maps with your words

Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words
Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words
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from O, Light!, track released 02 September 2010

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