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Well I wrote your name and burned it, See the colour of the flame. And it burned out the whole spectrum, As if you were everything. Mine just burned gold, A normal flame. I am not anything. And all that I remember the feeling of waking up. We were kids, you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust. We were kids, I was a fountain. You could never drink enough. Then came all the boys who swept you up play careless with your heart. Every night there was a new girl sittting beside me in my car. Something dies when you grow older, But you do the best you can. I am glad. I am glad... You found a good man. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |