| Day and Night go passing by
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| I wait by the old roadside
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| Hitchhiking across the mountains
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| To get back to you
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| Sometimes I scream till I’m back & blue
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| Sometimes I dream
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| Of stars in the stream
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| I run away and joined a travelling fair
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| But it was just a doorway to nowhere
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| When I rushed back, on a bus
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| you had Left on a train
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| I’m stalking places where we played
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| When we were fine and we both had time
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| In my darkest days, I see through the haze
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| See your Holy Flame — undefield
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| As the crow can fly, you can read my mind
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| You’re my Holy Flame — you’re my fire
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| Sometimes I think we can’t be fixed
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| Leave me here with the saints and the lunathics
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| Slow bleeding, gently weeping
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| Watching the rain
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| But if wise men say that pain
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| Will make you quite sane
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| Then I guess it’s okay
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| And so this road keeps rolling on
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| Like the red red robin sings his song
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| I’m blind, but in my mind I got pictures of you
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| And all the stories, they were true
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| And our romance
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| Began with a dance
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| In my darkest Night, I still see your smile
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| Like a Holy Flame. |
| Undifield
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| As the crows can fly,
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| you could read my mind
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| You’re my Holy Flame, You’re my fire |