| Martin Hall
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| Random Hold
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| Performance
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| Fields of living fire
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| You’ll see me reaching into the air
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| The shadow of a survivor
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| I turn around, but there’s no one there
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| I’ve been looking for a reason
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| Some poisons taste like the sweetest wine
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| But all I ever believed in
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| Was all the things that I couldn’t find
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| The fires burn, erasing all the traces
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| And I spread the ashes all across the sky
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| Watching it fall like rain through empty spaces
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| To the darkness of my heart and mind
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| Hear the cries and the whispers
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| The touch-and-go of another night
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| The afterglow of desire
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| Shines with the flame of a lesser light
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| A line of nameless faces
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| Fading away in a sea of time
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| Another time and place is
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| The last belief of performing mind
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| The fires burn, erasing all the traces
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| And I spread the ashes all across the sky
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| Watching it fall like rain through empty spaces
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| To the darkness of my heart and mind
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| In a room without a view
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| There’s a story without end
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| Every time the answer shows
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| Then another hides away
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| The fires burn, erasing all the traces
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| And I spread the ashes all across the sky
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| Watching it fall like rain through empty spaces
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| To the darkness of my heart and mind |