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All this alcohol makes me dizzy,
And I can't see no end,
To this two hundred piece puzzle
That I seem to find myself in.

There's no rest for the fury,
Building up inside our hearts,
'Cause we sold our souls, yah we sold our souls,
We should have known it would get this hard.

There are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves,
Oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves,
oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves,
So obviously intertwined inside the fine lines of this puzzle.

We can rest for a while now.
Darling, there is rest for us now.
If you're nervous about this lonely cabin in the woods,
Rest assure it's safer than it sounds.

The floors may creak a little,
And there's no diamonds in the rocks,
But there's a wall between us and the wolves,
And a fireplace to warm our socks.

There are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves,
Oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves,
oh, there are pieces of ourselves, pieces of ourselves,
So obviously intertwined inside the fine lines of this puzzle.

Now that we're here at the lodge,
With so much time at hand,
Oh, there's time, there's time to finish it off.

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from Voices & Vices Volume II, released August 21, 2013

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Jonathan Atkins Mississauga, Ontario

"A singer-songwriter with a devastating ear for harmonies and a delicate touch with lyrics that slide perfectly into a horrid winter. There's a definite Celtic touch, but far sweeter than something like Mumford & Sons." - Andrew Fifield (Metro News)

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