She loved to cry
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She used to hide in closets and I don't know why
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So do I
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I do it cause I heard that tears can make you high
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All ablaze
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Her eyes were something higher than a normal gaze
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Written down
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Was every dream she had alive; inside I knew that it had died
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She was touched by fire
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She was touched by fire
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But there was nothing left to burn
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There was nothing left to burn
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So it goes
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The seasons change inside my heart and no one knows
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Like wind that blows
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It creeps into my hollow parts. You wonder why my soul
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Gets cold?
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I was touched by fire
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I was touched by fire
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But there was nothing left to burn
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There was nothing left to burn
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There was nothing left to burn
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There's no reason
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There's a season for the messes
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There's one treason
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And no reason reason reason reason
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She loved to cry
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She used to hide in closets and I don't know why
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So do I
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Touched By Fire
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| Charlotte Martin |
