Paper people in a raging fire
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Trying to keep the cold away
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Talking tangled in a thorny briar
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Lost with nothing left to say
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Always racing for the night to hide us
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Never listening to the love inside us
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No one ever told us we were wrong
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No one said when love is weak
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It may be getting strong
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She searched for a shoulder
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And mine was gone
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Drawing pictures in the sand
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Trying to tease the time to stay
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Wishing water never met the land
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To wash the dreams away
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Taking turns at being friends and lovers
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Hearing what we both believe from others
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No one ever told us we were wrong
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No one said when love is weak
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It may be getting strong
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She searched for a shoulder
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And mine was gone
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Drawing Pictures
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Dan Fogelberg |