| Remember your last birthday?
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| Three months before June
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| I bought two cards 'cause I
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| Just couldn’t choose
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| I wrote, «Love you, forever»
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| Like I always do
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| But now I’m in the kitchen
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| They’re all that’s left of you
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| And I had to burn my house down just to forget the way
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| We used to lie, drunk on the floor, just drinking all day
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| Now I can’t bear the burden of what I’m still to find
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| This place ain’t big enough for me and what’s left behind
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| So I try, I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| Breathe the smoke of what is left behind
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| I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| Caught in an endless Sunday
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| My pride’s split in two
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| Paint over words you wrote me
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| With wet baby blue
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| But I can still feel the tether
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| Pulling me to you
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| Wherever I go, you’re never
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| Too far from my view
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| That’s why I had to burn my house down just to forget the way
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| You’d stare at me and say that you could watch me all day
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| Now I can’t bear the burden of what I’m still to find
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| This place ain’t big enough for me and what’s left behind
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| So I try, I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| I breathe the smoke of what is left behind
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| I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| But ever since I moved house
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| I dream every night
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| They’re vivid and full of color
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| They always burn bright
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| The images never leave me
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| And put up a fight
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| 'Cause there wasn’t a fire hot enough
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| To burn you out of my mind
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| So I try, I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| I breathe the smoke of what is left behind
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| I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| The fire, the fire, the fire
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| So I try, I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| I breathe the smoke of what is left behind
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| I try to cast you straight into the fire
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| The fire, the fire, the fire |