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Summer Lion
Held in irons,
The Summer lion.
Held in irons,
The Summer lion.

Tame, there is no tame.
I'll hold my breath until I am awake.
Tame, there is no tame.
The walls just burn and cinders sing to flames.

Held in irons.

Cinders sing to flames,
Neglected I wait,
Hey, there is blood on that name.
You pull the stings of the ghost and drown slow above the undertow.

Held in irons the Summer lion.

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from Somehow Disappearing, released January 28, 2011

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