Wind blows hot around my throat
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Water poured could sink a boat
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I walk along with a house afire
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Memories held from times we spoke
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All the rest fed to the smoke
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I walk along with a house afire
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And in the calm of nothingness
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The hand of hope comes to caress
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I walk along with a house afire
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Building holes to fill with threat
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And jealousy becomes a debt
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The war on love is never won
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As we struggle with the One
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I walk along with a house afire
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House Afire
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| Peter Koppes |
