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Wildfire (Gone, Gone, Gone) / Death Song
Rabbitology
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You birth me a fire, long comin'
A world-eater between our lips
It throbs to the forest floor, hummin'
As heat singes off eyelashes
Fire shivering up through our catkins
As critters call out warning cries, you say
You didn't mean for this to happen
Your nose crinkles up when you lie
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Fire melts honeysuckle petals
Nectar sizzles out writhing mouths
Mosquitos come rising in embers
Why in this light do you, boy, look proud?
Gone will be our stick huts, our footprints
Our hand-dammed up streams
Gone will be any hint of you or of me
(Gone, gone, gone)
(Gone, gone, gone)
Fire stripping bark from the poplars
Groundweller's homes collapse to graves
Like how I cling to you, 'cause it's familiar
Despite your breath's heavy stench of doomsday
Gone will be our stick huts, our footprints
Our hand-dammed up streams
Gone will be any hint of you or of me
(Gone, gone, gone)
(Gone, gone, gone)
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Fire ragin' on past our treetops
Little bodies collapsing from smoke
And cedars, they blacken to cinders
Don't recognize your face in this glow
(Oh) don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize
Don't recognize, don't recognize, gone, gone, gone
(Oh) don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize
Don't recognize, don't recognize, gone, gone, gone
(Oh) don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize
Don't recognize, don't recognize, gone, gone, gone
(Oh) don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize
Don't recognize, don't recognize
Don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize, don't recognize
Don't recognize, don't recognize, gone, gone, gone
Gone
Once set in motion, it cannot be stopped
Our death in a fanfare, hold my hand and watch
A lifetime we built, curled-to-ash in an instant
You cut my wound deep, how-dare-you try to kiss it
It's an oil drum of a daughter, with a hot coal of a son
Skins blisterin' together 'til our rib bones touch
Blood thicker than pine-sap, love formed before souls
One little choke and we knew this love would swallow us whole
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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