| I feed the fire in the night and wish the memories away;
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| As with tears I watch the flames of departure
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| I still think of you and it makes it even harder;
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| I can’t remember but the good times we had.
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| It was the love that become hate and all the wrong words were said;
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| I never wanted this to be, but still it is
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| Seems like these nights are getting each time longer;
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| Longer they are when I pass them all alone.
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| I walk alone the cold streets
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| Love is gone, cold streets
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| Love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;
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| Loneliness is my only game on these cold streets.
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| The freezing wind from the sea blows it cold over me;
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| The sea lies frozen in ice as do my soul
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| Seems like these nights are getting each time colder;
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| Colder they are when I pass them all alone.
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| I walk alone the cold streets
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| Love is gone, cold streets
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| Love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;
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| Love is no game on these cold streets.
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| I walk alone the cold streets
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| Love is gone, cold streets
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| Love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;
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| Love from above is what I need on these cols streets. |