C.A.M.P.O.S. - We Haven't Been Introduced

You're a wretched angel with a silent temper
Indian Summer field of colors spinning like a record
Cast off your melancholy clothes
Taste the sunshine while you can
Dissolve into a careless pose
A million roads that lead nowhere

Ring the alarm!
Sound a truce!
For we haven't even been introduced

I'm a copper wire twisted 'round a seashell
Useless and uncommon, kept beside an inkwell
A conversation that is trapped
Inside a clockwork figurine
A love completely off the map
Made of smoke and gasoline

Ring the alarm!
Sound a truce!
For we haven't even been introduced

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C.A.M.P.O.S.

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