| As the last light glimmers
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| And the evening hours dim
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| Maybe i’m too proud to utter it out loud
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| Even though my flame burns blue
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| As the night’s descending
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| Once again i find i’ll tarry and pretend
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| My confidential friend
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| Will suddenly appear in view
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| All my might
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| Between velvet and dynamite
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| Blow out the doors
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| Let in the light
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| Falling dust in the beam
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| And a small stifled scream
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| Alibis and decoys
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| Were his eyes so turquoise?
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| Covered with a lash
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| They flatter and they flash
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| Even though my flame burns blue
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| If i seem a stranger
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| I feel far from danger
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| We tamper and we toy
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| With passion over joy
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| Even though my flame burns blue
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| Even though the fire that once was desire
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| Doesn’t look for trouble or dare to flare
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| Look now
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| And i won’t be there |