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I've been thinking a lot about When the furnace goes It's the absence of heat that hurts more than the cold And I got caught in the irony of walking alone Down an entire block that's just funeral homes and the ground below Sad and sober Sunday afternoon Sad and sober Sunday afternoon You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon Sad and sober Sunday afternoon You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon I watched parts of you dissolve Turn to ash and then get carried up I watched your memory fade Shadows burned into the wall And no, I felt my lungs turn into atom bombs Choke on the Florida heat until the oxygen's gone Sad and sober Sunday afternoon You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon Sad and sober Sunday afternoon You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon Or an empty room Or the twelve-bar blues Or a light in June Letras de canciones You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck You were the decades on my feet I was under purple blankets You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck You were the rifle on the wall And it was always going to end You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck You were the false rain that falls From a window AC unit You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck You were the rifle on the wall And it was always going to end like this From Letras Mania