but i'm just the same,
putting my hands over the flame,
i love the heat and the strings that tied me off,
but the flaming just burns so hot.
all along,
fiddling through all by myself,
he's celebrated but i'm disturbed,
it's never a curse,
my love affair with everywhere was innocent,
why do we bother,
time to start the car and go,
to where you are.
All said and done, it's just 10 days to go.
time for the pick up and the last beer for the road.
oh.. you are the best i know love.
the best.
seeing you there so unaware.
but yet we will be together soon.
we will.
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