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• Artiste: Arms
• Titre: Emily Sue, Cont'd
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White pine, the moon is so high You see where you?re going with your eyes closed Wild-eyed, growl and smoke Return every question in the same tone There?s a state line, out in those pines, buried in frozen ground, we?ve chosen our sides, Now we can?t turn it around Chain Emily to the stake Her family?s worried, she?s terribly late A haze rolling across the lake If we go, who?s to know, dead by morning if we stay A burnt tongue, the paper unfolds slipping it through another keyhole Slim hope of fireproof rope Kerosene off of your sweet nose It?s a steak knife into my thigh, watching you flicker in real time, call your own kind now we can?t turn it around Fates, give a warm soul a break Just give me a life where you?re nothing but mine, and that?s how it will stay But hey, I?ve never been so afraid With this cold in my bones, and a child engulfed in flame