|Burning Like Fire|
| Another saterday ticking hours pass like birds flying away, |
How long should i stay?
Another minut, a secong away from what could have been
My tears left puddles for you to slip in
Your lack of guilt makes you my number one suspect
But your commentary makes me just forget
How long must we . . .
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| Chains swing, |
We'll all wake up tomorrow.
Our lives are just to borrow . . .
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