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As the last light glimmers |
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And the evening hours dim |
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Maybe I'm too proud to utter it out loud |
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Even though my flame burns blue |
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As the night's descending |
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Once again I find I'll tarry and pretend |
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My confidential friend |
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Will suddenly appear in view |
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All my might |
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Between velvet and dynamite |
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Blow out the doors |
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Let in the light |
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Falling dust in the beam |
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And a small stifled scream |
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Alibis and decoys |
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Were his eyes so turquoise? |
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Covered with a lash |
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They flatter and they flash |
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Even though my flame burns blue |
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If I seem a stranger |
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I feel far from danger |
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We tamper and we toy |
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With passion over joy |
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Even though my flame burns blue |
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Even though the fire that once was desire |
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Doesn't look for trouble or dare to flare |
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Look now |
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And I won't be there |