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Текст: Death Cab For Cutie. Narrow Stairs. Grapevine Fires.

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The wind picked up, the fire spread.
The grapevine singing, left for dead.
The northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days.

The wake up call to a rented room.
Sounded like an alarm of impending doom.
To warn us it's only a matter of time.

Before we all burn...
Before we all burn...
Before we all burn...
Before we all burn.

Bought some wine and some paper cups,
Near your daughters school and we picked her up.
Drove to the cemetary on a hill, on a hill.

Watched the bullets paint the sky grey.
She laughed and danced through the field of graves.
There I knew we'd be alright.

Everything will be alright...
Will be alright...
Will be alright...
Will be alright.

News reports on the radio said it was getting worse.
As the ocean air fanned the flames.
But I couldn't think of anywhere I would've rather been.
To watch it all burn away.

To burn away...

The firemen worked in double shifts.
With prayers for rain on their lips.
They knew it was only a matter of time