There she sits her hands are held
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Tight around her glass
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She only needs to be alone
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She knows this mood will pass
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To realize that she was strong
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And he too weak to stay
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And to realize that she is better off this way
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Brief candles in her mind
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Bright and tiny gems of memory
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Brief candles burn so fine
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Leaves a light inside where she can see
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What makes it all worthwhile
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Her sadness makes her smile...
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His alone girl fades away
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Left out on a limb
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Finds he needs her more because
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She's no more need for him
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He understood so very well
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The things she had to say
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Soon he'll understand that he is better off this way
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Brief candles in his mind
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Bright and tiny gems of memory
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Brief candles burn so fine
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Leaves a light inside where he can see
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What makes it all worthwhile
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His sadness makes him smile...
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In the corner see his face
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The man just sips his drink
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Not one feeling does he show
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Far too numb to think
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He does not say a single word
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No word of love to say
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Maybe he will soon believe he's better off this way...
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Brief candles in his mind
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Bright and tiny gems of memory
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Brief candles burn so fine
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Leaves a light inside where he can see
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What makes it all worthwhile
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His sadness makes him smile...
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Brief Candles
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| The Zombies |
