Burned Off

Burned off in the heat of an afternoon
 After six weeks straight soaked to the bone
 I was trembling, wondering could that knob still turn
 By this ash hand, or would the motion mask the room in a grey winter
 Does the silence and the sill know
 When will the wind blow?
 When will the wind blow?
 When will it burn off?
 When will it burn off?
 When will it burn off?
 When will it burn off?
 When will it burn off?
 When will it burn off?
 When will it burn off?
 When will it burn off?
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 Shaken, but couldn't shake it off of me
 Saw it, cloud of levity
 You were the nightingale,
 I was the wretched rail that takes the train away
 To chase elusive dollar on some breathless day
 And then it burns off
 And then it burns off
 And then it burns off
 And then it burns off
 And then it burns off
 Why does it burn off
 Why does it burn off
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 I must take a drink before I meet the man I am said to become
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 Intertia's crocodile opens the door and you're eclipsed by the sun
 Burned off in the heat of an afternoon
 After six weeks straight soaked to the bone