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PINK BULLETS

Capo III
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Intro :         (x4)
 
 
  I was just   bony   hands as   cold as a winter po  le    
  you held a   warm stone   out new   flowing blood to ho  ld    
  oh what a   contr  ast you were
  to the brutes in the   halls  
  my timid young   fingers   held a   decent animal.         
 
 
  Over the   ramparts you tossed
  the scent of your   skin and some foreign flowers
  tied to a   brick
sweet as a   song
the years have been   short but the days were   long.
 
 
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed
we tied 'em into knots
and to finally fly apart
we had to cut them off.
 
 
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass
and awkardly cast
that even I could be the star.
 
 
    I   don't look back as   much as a   rule
    and all   this way before   murder was   cool
    but your   memory is here and I'd   like it to   stay
  warm light on a w  inter's day.
 
 
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick
sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
two loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight.

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