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I died with you
I wear your clothes to be more like you
Your eyes still sparkle in my mind though you are gone

[Verse 1]
I want flatlands
I never cared about money and all its friends
I want flatlands

[Verse 2]
I want flatlands, I don’t want precious stones
I never cared about anything you’ve ever owned
I want flatlands, I want simplicity
I need your arms wrapped, hard around me

[Verse 3]
I want open plains and scattered trees
I want flower fields, I want salty seas
I want flatlands, soft and steady breeze
Bringing scents of lined-up orchard trees
Dripping heavy with pears and dancing leaves
I want flatlands, will you go there with me?

[Bridge]
When it’s said in the dark
And you know it’s always there
When it’s dead in our heart
But your mind is unafraid

When it’s said in the dark
And you know it’s never coming back
When it’s there in your heart
In your mind, you set it free

[Verse 1]
Boyfriend, be careful
‘Cause women are poisonous animals
Boyfriend, oh boyfriend
Be careful if you can

[Interlude]
There’s glory coming out
I can hear it on our mouths
There is a stranded heart
Swimming on careful air

[Verse 2]
Boyfriend, oh boyfriend, be careful
‘Cause women are poisonous animals
Boyfriend, be careful if you can

[Interlude]
There’s glory coming out
I can taste it on our mouths
There is a stranger’s heart
Beating inside my chest

[Bridge]
You call this passion
But, I call it a cancer

It was the way we always knew
That we never had the clue
That we never had the chance
Like the others in the dance

Like black diamonds, ash and light
Like the mines and anthracite
Split-tongued fellows, venom-survived
Violence only against the vile

Here, we bleed into the wild
Then laid to rest there, man or child
This shining gutter in the sun
Is it worth it in the run?

When the minute goes by faster than the feet
When the winter passes slowly as defeat
When the face of death is after me spinning
Only dream of me, only dream of me

When the children speak of sinners in the street
When the fever hits the center of our feet
When our palms are burnt like balmy winter trees
Only dream of me, only dream of me