| It was cold that day in June
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| Though I knew, yes I knew
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| That the sun won’t like the day before
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| I will try to get to you
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| Speak the truth, the whole truth
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| But you won’t let me in anymore
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| 'Cause I ran into the fire
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| Burning things that used to define me
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| Watching as the flames leap on higher
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| Stumbling out into a place that I don’t know
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| I recall that day in June
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| It came too soon, came too soon
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| And it slowly turns to break me down
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| 'Cause the bitter scent of you
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| The perfume, the perfume
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| Still lingers in my memory now
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| But I ran into the fire
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| Burning things that used to define me
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| Watching as the flames leap on higher
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| Stumbling out into a place that I don’t know
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| Ooh, I would never let you down
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| Ooh, but you’re not coming back again
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| Ooh, I would never let you down
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| Ooh, but you’re not coming back again
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| But I ran into the fire
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| Burning things that used to define me
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| Watching as the flames leap on higher
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| It seems like I was blind with desire, blind with desire
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| And I might just have lost my mind
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| Burning things that used to define me
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| Watching as the flames leap on higher
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| Stumbling out into a place that I don’t know
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| It was cold that day in June
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| Though I knew, yes I knew
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| That the sun won’t like the day before |