Dance with me, my darling
For the summer clock does grind
And its hands are getting stronger
Squeezing harder every time
We get so close, we feel the flames
But we can't quite see the fire
Setting blaze to the pyre
 
And now there's blood on my kerchief
But I think my [bad word] Cuz the past and the future
Are both boiling into one
There's a girl's voice on the telephone
Telling me that everything will be fine
But all I'm picking up
Is static on the line
 
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Cuz until the next time
I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again
Underneath all of the pines
Where we watched the garden grow
Dreamed so big only thoughts could go
Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea
Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me
 
And I pay taxes on this dance
And there's a fee for helplessness
Retribution for a life spent
On the [bad word] side of the fence
I'll gather what's left and split it in two
And place wagers with each of my hands
One coin on guilty
The other on innocence
 
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Cuz until the next time
I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again
Underneath all of the pines
Where we watched the garden grow
Dreamed so big only thoughts could go
Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea
Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me
 
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It feels so good to be alive, yeah
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So [bad word] with me now [bad word] with [bad word] ON
 
So jump in the barley wine
Dive to the bottom and close your eyes
We'll flow forever like dreams that were cast to the sea
All at the cost of a dime
And impossible
Is nothing when you have a dream to hold
We find our dreams in the glorious ever-loving bottomless pot of gold
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