The tops of trees are on fire
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and tonight these torches give us light
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that we might have some direction in our lives.
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But I can't see much of anything right now.
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No I can't see.
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I watched you come home from the mountains.
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We all just thought it was a bad dream,
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but in reality we knew the honest to god truth.
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Now all we ask is a little sympathy from the clouds.
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Now isn't it fate we're chasing after?
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Or is she chasing after us?
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Or has she come to kiss us our death depart?
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We finally have a full understanding,
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but I wish it wasn't on these terms.
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Friend to friend.
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I would do anything to make it end.
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The Tops Of Trees Are On Fire
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| The Lyndsay Diaries |
