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We robbed sleep from scarecrows
And sold it to the dawn
In exchange for cigars rolled
In maps to forgotten treasures
And now they’ll be lost forever
We look at our palms
We connect the scars on our skin
Like a coat of constellations
Sigh, we are safe now
Absconding from our shadows,
Leaving them behind us
We hunted for true love
And paid in beauty
We’re vagabond salesmen,
We sell dreams
Festive, Jaded, broken,
We have them all!
