Things we lost to the flame
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Things we'll never see again
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All that we've amassed
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Sits before us, shattered into ash
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These are the things, the things we lost
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The things we lost in the fire fire fire
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These are the things, the things we lost
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The things we lost in the fire fire fire
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We sat and made a list
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Of all the things that we have
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Down the backs of table tops
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Ticket stubs and your diaries
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I read them all one day
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When loneliness came and you were away
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Oh they told me nothing new,
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But I love to read the words you used
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These are the things, the things we lost
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The things we lost in the fire fire fire
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These are the things, the things we lost
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The things we lost in the fire fire fire
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I was the match and you were the rock
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Maybe we started this fire
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We sat apart and watched
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All we had burned on the pyre
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(You said) we were born with nothing
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And we sure as hell have nothing now
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(You said) we were born with nothing
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And we sure as hell have nothing now
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These are the things, the things we lost
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The things we lost in the fire fire fire
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These are the things, the things we lost
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The things we lost in the fire fire fire
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Flames they licked the walls
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Tenderly they turned to dust all that I adore
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Things We Lost In The Fire
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| Bastille |
