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Got my fever down, then weighed it up, and I know the Sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyes Bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey Of the night, straight from the vines refusal to shine You're my favourite thing - the one that I love You're the one so I'd die for your love Blind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angels I'll open my heart won't fall apart Don't fall apart You're my favourite thing And I feel like letting go…….. Daniel Johns