I run a trail of fire, through the meadow paths
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Guided by the river banks, Trees from which to hide behind
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Keep running away from the fire
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Keep running away from the light ¡®til it¡¯s gone
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Our hourless summers, At one with the ground
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And everything I loved you for, A trail of fire from the door
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It leads me to a hiding place
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And I can hear your signs
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And I¡¯ll hold this blade of grass, And I¡¯ll hold ¡®til eventide
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The dark that shroud your loving neighbor, he's the one who lit the paper
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While the reason's unexpressed, And senses are determined
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The innocent are voiceless, The voiceless are innocent
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She becomes a little itch, Dig a hole out from the end
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Say a prayer to my loving savior
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He's the one who lit the paper
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Say a prayer to my loving savior
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He's the one who lit the paper
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From them I strip the title, Extinguished and misused
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And all our engraved memories are unsuccessful remedies
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I¡¯m sick of papering the cracks, Extinguishing the fire tracks
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Though flawed by design, I¡¯m torn from the strife
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That did pile at the door but is feared no more
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Though I once wedded her and her want was to play
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As another's arms held took her wanting away
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Questions, on top of questions
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Don¡¯t think that answers are even here
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It is too late for me
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Unsung Untied Alive
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Unsung Untied Alive
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Unsung Untied Alive
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Unsung Untied Alive
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Trail Of Fire
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| Oceansize |
