| The fire, light looks and glows and fades
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| It’s burning on down to a flicker
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| And the smoking pyre that we made
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| It’s the same old joke but much sicker
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| Can you send me a sign
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| Throw a flare in the air
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| And if it all falls apart will you say I’m just sentimental
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| Torches are smoking and I’m sinking
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| Is this the last boat sailing today
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| And if I beg you please will you carry me, will you carry me
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| And brush the grey old indecision away
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| Can you send me a sign
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| Throw a flare in the air
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| And if it all falls apart will you say I’m just sentimental
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| When the last love song, will it be ours
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| Will the melody just fade in the wind
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| And if I cut my ear, will you call me, will you call me
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| And guide my settled heart back home again
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| Can you send me a sign
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| And throw a flare in the air
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| And if it all falls apart will you say I’m just sentimental |