| Come on in,
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| My weary friend.
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| The welcome here is endless.
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| These fears of yours like painted whores,
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| They will not stay the night.
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| If all your life, you’ve done what’s right, don’t say you felt obliged.
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| Come along use your timid tongue, too shy to tell your story.
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| This pain in you so far removed from anything you’ve known.
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| So I won’t condone another moan, not when everything is fine.
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| So in a drought learn to dance,
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| And pray the dead will return.
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| And dream of smoke without fire.
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| Just come see me again when it burns.
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| Somewhere along the way, well I was led astray,
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| By a wolf in no ones clothing.
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| It was a brilliant disguise.
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| And I forgot that life existed,
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| I thought it was just some kind of game.
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| That’s what brings me to your doorstep, though I don’t know why I came today.
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| Standing still in the dust. |
| given up on the rain.
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| And as for smoke without fire, I’ve already laid in the flame.
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| I’ve already laid in the flame.
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| Brother be afraid of flames
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| Well I ain’t afraid of flames.
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| Oh please, brother be afriad of flames.
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| (I ain’t afraid.)
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| Brother be afraid of flames.
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| (I ain’t afraid.) |