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Dead Moon |
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In The Graveyard |
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Don't Burn The Fires |
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Running away, i knew i was wrong |
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I's tried to fit in where i didn't belong |
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Wearing their clothes, playing their games |
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Being a part of that urban decay |
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Don't burn the fires, i'm never coming home |
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When the morning sky was cold and grey |
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I could hear the whispers of my own mistakes |
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Those warning eyes, that final touch |
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No one seemed to care that much |
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So don't burn the fires, i'm never coming home |
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And when i'd reached my destination |
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I thought someday i might return |
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Cause deep inside was the need |
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To feel the home fires burn |
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But a faltering voice merely whispered |
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My name as if we'd never expected to |
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Hear it again, and my heart grew |
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Cold to that indifferent sound |
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As i slowly laid the receiver down |
