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Long and cold breathe the nights |
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This sacred bin is our TV for the night, |
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The flames swallow all that we discard. |
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Thrown amongst the burnable |
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Are the stories many tell to warm the eyes |
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And the hearts of the starved. |
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The new fish on the line reels in |
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And wants to know about the man who had everything |
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In the palm of his hand but then lost it all, |
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'Cause the whirlwind of his greed |
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Swept away the only love he had. |
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The cold exposed my battle-scars, |
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The nights unfolded feeding hearts |
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Of strangers who were eager to believe. |
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But I can never find a way |
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Of shedding light on the darkest days, |
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So I'll just sit here waiting for you. |
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I'll just sit here waiting for you. |
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As the glowing embers shield the frost |
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And the bitterness hits our silhouettes, |
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My mouth is the only thing that thaws, |
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From the heated, angry, sorry tales |
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That resonate this hollow empty jail. |
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Never finding the door |
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'Cause somebody stole the light from me, |
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And I couldn't see. |
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There was no end in sight for me |
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To escape this criminal embrace, |
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So now I melt in the arms of a fire that's dying. |
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The cold exposed my battle-scars, |
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The nights unfolded feeding hearts |
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Of strangers who were eager to believe. |
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But I can never find a way |
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Of shedding light on the darkest days, |
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So I'll just sit here waiting for you. |
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I'll just sit here waiting for you. |