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Star By Star
   ------The Old Ceremony

What makes a man but tiny little spirals
Read my palm read my blood
Torn apart and slowly reassembled
Flip my switch start me up

Mystery is holding us together
Shadows protect our sight
So don't talk to me about the changing weather
'Cause rain or shine we'll be alright

'Cause star by star we paint the ceiling of
Our childhood better till we see the sky
So open the door and watch the heaven
Hold the dying sun up until the mountains rise

'Cause I , I don't want my fortune told
Heartattack or simply die of growing old
Don't tell me how it is

What makes a man but tiny little spirals
Read my palm read my blood
Torn apart and slowly reassembled
Flip my switch start me up

'Cause star by star we paint the ceiling of
Our childhood better till we see the sky
So open the door and watch the heaven
Hold the dying sun up until the mountains rise

'Cause I , I don't want my fortune told
Airplane or simply die of growing old
Don't tell me how it ends