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Rye Wish

from Scenes Of The Tourist by Wharfer

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The stars have all hid in our agony tonight,
Veering around the room, new aches in our sights.
Satan swallows my words and I'm shrinking again,
Our town is a wire to godless sin.
But my soul'll be projected on the edges of the wind,
And my arteries'll always hold an image of your skin.

Crying all night, stepping into the creek,
My clouds run dry, I've been bawling here all week.
I don't think I can ever step back in,
The kitchen'll choke me, the bedroom'll do me in.
But my soul'll be projected on the edges of the wind,
And my arteries'll always hold an image of your skin.

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from Scenes Of The Tourist, released January 13, 2017
Written by Kyle Wall

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