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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Set The Fire To The Third Bar”

• feat. Martha Wainwright
  
  I find the map and draw a straight line
  Over rivers, farms, and state lines
  The distance from here to where you'd be
  It's only finger-lengths that I see
  I touch the place where I'd find your face
  My finger in creases of distant dark places
  
  I hang my coat up in the first bar
  There is no peace that I've found so far
  The laughter penetrates my silence
  As drunken men find flaws in science
  
  Their words mostly noises
  Ghosts with just voices
  Your words in my memory
  Are like music to me
  
  I'm miles from where you are,
  I lay down on the cold gound
  I, I pray that something picks me up
  And sets me down in your warm arms
  
  After I have travelled so far
  We'd set the fire to the third bar
  We'd share each other like an island
  Until exhausted, close our eyelids
  And dreaming, pick up from
  The last place we left off
  Your soft skin is weeping
  A joy you can't keep in
  
  I'm miles from where you are,
  I lay down on the cold gound
  And I, I pray that something picks me up
  and sets me down in your warm arms
  
  And miles from where you are,
  I lay down on the cold gound
  and I, I pray that something picks me up
  and sets me down in your warm arms
  

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