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RepeatingSoon as the storm ends they'll come to hawkHand-built the highway, it was the soaring I first saw Then in a waste end, where they call air home Take it till the footsteps, at the lower end comb Then no word From the right I call you Where the wild wild slip Tremble light it goes, I hardly knew Feel the weight in the hoisting of truth We delay every horse in the kingdom We divert every flow to a sinkhole Then we stare at the ruin of a signal To repeat every word as it sings out Then no word From the right I call you Where the wild wild slip Tremble light it goes, I hardly knew Feel the weight in the hoisting of truth I would hang by my hands from the wall That was stable and made further fall As the side of the town did appear We received in a mixing of fear Not a fate or a cost in this place Nothing real to be bought or replaced And the heat sending patterns alongs To repeat what had finally gone I would swear it had all stopped at once I could see what the current had brung Underneath the arrival of June It repeats or is coming up soon Tremble light it goes I hardly knew In and out of focus out of view Tremble light it goes I hardly knew |