Set The Fire To The Third Bar

Snow Patrol, Martha Wainwright

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  S1:
  I find the map and draw a straight line 

  Over rivers, farms, and state lines 

  The distance from "A" to where you'd "B" 

  It's only finger-lengths that I see 

  I touch the pla---ce 

  Where I'd find your fa---ce 

  My fingers in crea---ses 

  Of distant dark pla---ces
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  S2:
  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 noi---ses 

  Ghosts with just voi---ces 

  Your words in my memory 

  Are like music to me
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  R1:
  And miles from where you are 

  I lay down on the cold ground and I 

  I pray that somethin' picks me up 

  And sets me down in your warm arms
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  S3:
  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 wee--pin' 

  A joy you can't keep in
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  R2:
  And miles from where you are 

  I lay down on the cold ground and I 

  I pray that somethin' picks me up 

  And sets me down in your warm arms
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  R1:
  And miles from where you are 

  I lay down on the cold ground and I 

  I pray that somethin' picks me up 

  And sets me down in your warm arms