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The Flashbulb - Dim Distant Porchlights lyrics

Artist: The Flashbulb

album: Opus At The End Of Everything


The fire was dead; it looked black on the ground
He pulled on his muddy shoes and went to gather wood
Blowing on his cupped hands, so cold
It could be November; it could be later
He got a fire going, and walked out to the edge of the woodlot
And stood looking over the countryside
The dead fields
A barn in the distance

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