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So we built burning cities at the top of our notes, now we doubt our commitment to God and Country or Job and Comp'ny. Though no one wants to break their arm to reach for what they don't know, this truth's in you and it's bruising through when you're provoked: open notes from open throats rattle down closed-circuit hopes, like all those little bones that choke up, lonely in the cold. So it's for all those who gave clinch pins as engagement rings, who make "Amen"s instead of making amends, who let someone steal their kisses, who hit the bottom of a bottle and forget to put the message in it. We know what we don't deserve, but we're oh-so-tired and we "have no time," and the only thing that we were taught was where, when, and how often to draw lines. But if we only find ourselves in decision. And we only find ourselves indecision. Will we have found the solvent or the solution? And is there merit in either both? Please don't choke up in the cold. From Letras Mania