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There's the moon asking to stay |
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Long enough for the clouds to fly me away |
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Though it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die |
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My fading voice sings of love, |
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But she cries to the clicking of time, |
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Of time |
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Wait in the fire... |
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And she weeps on my arm |
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Walking to the bright lights in sorrow |
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Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow,oh my love |
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And the rain is falling and I believe |
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My time has come |
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It reminds me of the pain I might leave |
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Leave behind |
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Wait in the fire... |
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And I feel them drown my name |
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So easy to know and forget with this kiss |
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But I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow |
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Wait in the fire... |
