| Give me a few moments, I’ll be right there
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| These were the only words I liked to hear
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| Late night train rides going nowhere
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| Now just a memory since you’ve disappeared
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| Enjoy your collection of pretty little things
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| And all the problems each one of them will bring
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| Your love is like blood from a stone
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| And your heartbeat died into an echo
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| And the look in your eyes is of someone I don’t know
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| And the mystery around you remains untold
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| Pretty blue ink across the paper
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| The truth is no longer in your letters
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| Burn wild, fire child, cure all that’s bitter
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| Flame high and so bright, not in love, but anger
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| Your charm is infectious where you plant your seeds
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| In the hearts of so many left hungry after you leave
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| Your love is like blood from a stone
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| And your heartbeat died into an echo
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| And the look in your eyes is of someone I don’t know
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| And the mystery around you remains untold
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| But they don’t know you like I do
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| They don’t know all that we’ve been through
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| And I try to forget this, or am I a fool too?
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| I’ve held on for so long, it’s all I know how to do
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| Your love is like blood from a stone
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| And your heartbeat died into an echo
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| And the look in your eyes is of someone I don’t know
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| And the mystery around you remains untold |