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The islands off the coast are on fire
Yellow and crimson
Just beyond calico beach
The fire's ascension
Of gasoline
Burned red and green
Is like the blazing corona
Of a midnight sun
Under the angeldust
And the terminus
The heavens have already been turned
Caught in the circling eye
Of a cloudy high
Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned (yeah...)
The islands off the coast are on fire
Orange and violet
Standing on a thundering beach
Frozen in silence
The rising sounds
Of burning ground
Is like the carbon echo
Of a smoking gun
Under the angeldust
And the terminus
The heavens have already been turned
Caught in the circling eye
Of a cloudy high
Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned
HATA BİLDİR
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