| The burning
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn, turning
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| I’m yearning, yearning
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| Your presence is my breakthrough
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| But all scars fade with time
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| They say that time is ours
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| And they say that youth is a flower
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| Whose blossoms soon blow away
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| Another year lying on soft blades
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| I love you too much to hurt you
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| But I must leave you behind
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| Your patience is your virtue
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| Your love light will burn forever in my mind
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| They say that time is ours
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| And they say that youth is a flower
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| Whose blossoms soon blow away
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| Another year lying on soft blades
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| Lying, lying, lying on soft blades
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| Your presence is my breakthrough
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| But all scars fade with time
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| And love heals and love forgives
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| Even the gratest crime yeah!
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| They say that time is ours
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| And they say that youth is a flower
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| Whose blossoms soon blow away
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| Another year lying on soft blades |