| Fire still burning, in a while she’ll make it rain
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| These rooms are all falling down, they couldn’t stand the strain
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| I had the same old dream, she was hiding outside my door
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| She used to come from time to time but not any more
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| Still in my mind
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| Still in my mind
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| It wouldn’t make any difference
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| We crossed that line
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| From the fire we will rise again
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| In our own time
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| Seasons turning, in a while she’ll make it snow
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| This time I think she’s here for good but I never really know
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| Nothing here remains, just the vision of her face
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| The implication of a crime, it always takes her place
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| Still in my mind
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| Still in my mind
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| It wouldn’t make any difference
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| We crossed that line
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| From the fire we will rise again
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| In our own time
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| It wouldn’t make any difference
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| We crossed that line
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| From the fire we will rise again
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| In our own time
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| In our own time |