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Fire still burning, in a while she'll make it rain |
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These rooms are all falling down, they couldn't stand the strain |
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I had the same old dream, she was hiding outside my door |
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She used to come from time to time but not any more |
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Still in my mind |
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Still in my mind |
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It wouldn't make any difference |
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We crossed that line |
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From the fire we will rise again |
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In our own time |
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Seasons turning, in a while she'll make it snow |
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This time |
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I think she's here for good but |
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I never really know |
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Nothing here remains, just the vision of her face |
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The implication of a crime, it always takes her place |
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Still in my mind |
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Still in my mind |
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It wouldn't make any difference |
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We crossed that line |
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From the fire we will rise again |
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In our own time |
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It wouldn't make any difference |
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We crossed that line |
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From the fire we will rise again |
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In our own time |
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In our own time |
