So I threw your letter into the flame
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And watched the fire regain
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And these words have done nothing for you
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As I did not read them through
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Now turned to ash in the flume
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And colours are dull
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As the feeling of the cold
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And memories fall
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As the fire is getting old
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Oh and I once more am now
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Don't you fret I'll find my way
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Carefully walking from the devil's plane
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And I know why you did not follow me
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Pride swallowed me then led me astray
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And now the dark in me has now seen the day
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Oh my chill has now lost its way
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And these hands that once had helped me to pray
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They are limp in utter dismay
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Oh they, oh they fall in their disarray
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And colours are dull
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As the feeling of the cold
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And memories fall
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As the fire is getting old
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Oh and I, I once more am now
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Oh don't you fret I'll find my way
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Carefully walking from the devil's plane
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And I know why you did not follow me
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Pride swallowed me then led me astray
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Untitled
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Matt Corby |