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This song is by Cymbals Eat Guitars and appears on the album Why There Are Mountains (2009).

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If I should return like I once did
Animals will mark me with brown infant eyes
The same eyes whose lids I kissed
The high grass in which they sit
Is shoulder length and hanging on your forehead

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

A week is four years in ancient hive minds
And soon those eyes begin to well up
Your shallow grave concealed by fragrant leaf piles
Black glistening bird eyes averted

When the police bring me in
When the police bring me in
When the police bring me in
When the police bring me in

I'll tell them this is why we need secrets

Written by:

Joseph D'Agostino

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