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  1. Golden Glass

From the album Slow, the Summer Burned

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Rain falls on Hwy. 41
But today I saw your face a'rising
High above that Iron Mountain
And the rain falls on Hwy. 41

We're a hunk of gold and a broken piece of glass
It's not what you look at but what you see
Baby, you're the gold and the glass is me
A hunk of gold and a broken piece of glass

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It's a swollen love and a shrinking bit of day
None shall slumber, none shall sleep
A leaping lion on a wounded sheep
A swollen love and a shrinking bit of day

We could burn October like the town of Peshtigo
Throw our bullets in the bonfire
Let 'em fall like flaming snow
And burn October just like Peshtigo

We're a hunk of gold and a broken piece of glass
It's not what you look at but what you see
Baby, you're the gold and the glass is me
A hunk of gold and a broken piece of glass