(J. Buckley/G. Lucas)
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There's the moon asking to stay
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Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
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Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die
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My fading voice sings of love
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But she cries to the clicking of time,
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Wait in the fire...
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And she weeps on my arm
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Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
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Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
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Oh my love...
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And the rain is falling and I believe my time has come
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And it reminds me of the pain I might leave behind
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Wait in the fire...
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And I feel them drown my name
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So easy to know and forget with this kiss
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But I'm not afraid to go, baby it's all because of you
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But I'm not afraid to go, but it goes so slow, slow
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Wait in the fire, wait in the fire
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Wait in the fire...
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...don't you take it away from me
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Grace (live at Palais Theatre)
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Jeff Buckley |