| He’s burning like a fire on a dark street
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| A fall of feet falls short of me
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| And he’s tearing after youth and fresh meat
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| Because he needs, because he needs, because he
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| Needs
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| Oh you wintered well til vineyard’s bloom
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| You come around less and you leave too soon
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| There’s no more warmth in your red
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| Your grace is gone
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| For a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green are all I see
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| And with your flight I felt the night return to me
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| For a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green are all I see
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| And with your flight I felt the night return to me
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| And swallow you like I couldn’t do |