| Save me for the fire
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| I spent the day forgetting
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| The dream that woke me up
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| The garden is empty
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| And I still remember why
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| I’m so reluctant ot start it again
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| Eternal November
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| Shines through the marrow of me
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| I never was a very good fighter
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| They started me young
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| You always were the very best lover
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| That I couldn’t love
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| The years they will make you a pretty good runner
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| Yeah I’ve been running around all of this time
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| Shot in the dark, down in the shadows
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| Waiting for when
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| Yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear
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| You were running around so you’d never remember this
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| Fear lights a fire under you
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| And all you leave behind are the smoke and the ashes
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| A trail of grey and blue
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| Blame me dear for any disaster
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| Oh how the kerosene ran dry
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| And we made our bed in that familiar graveyard
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| Between the sternum and the spine
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| Oh darling I think that all of the answers
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| Went south on the backs of those grey winged birds
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| Or slipped through our finger
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| While we were sleeping
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| Waiting for when
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| Yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear
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| Along the way the light is the medicine
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| Along the way we search for the sun
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| To call us down the dark corridor
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| Back into the world |