You play my heart
like a string on fire,
too far to catch
but still I care…
Like a flame gone cold
I look for you
in old books
to cut my fingers
on old pages.
But still I care…
For the old and the new.
like a string on fire,
too far to catch
but still I care…
Like a flame gone cold
I look for you
in old books
to cut my fingers
on old pages.
But still I care…
For the old and the new.
You won the game
with a tear in my eye
I had said goodbye
to the mute pages
the flame gone cold
for the old and the new.
But still I care…
with a tear in my eye
I had said goodbye
to the mute pages
the flame gone cold
for the old and the new.
But still I care…
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