Come in i've been expecting you,
theres a knock on the door and love
walks through, in lights the fire,
smile smiles. But still love were going
to stay a while. And the fire breathes
and weaves its spell, but then love
runs out of lies to tell, for love is restless,
love's a flirt, love has places to go and
people to hurt. So heres the shovel to
smother the flame, tomorow you'll
barely remember my name, and i'll try
to forget you my dearest one, as a prisoner tries
to forget the sun, for life holds no purpose,
love holds no charms, since i beheld you
in another's arms......
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