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The City is Burning, but not Forgotten


The stars are out, a pattern in the sky

My woman is a fire, burning so bright

I can’t find my way home but she happens to be my guide

The highlight of my life, the splinter in my side

 

And missing children won’t believe it to be true

That she is the one to have everyone’s clue

And I’m sober but I still can’t do what I must I do

And I’m wasted but I still write about you

 

I let you down, but please don’t look at me like that

The city is burning but I cannot forget that

Everything I’ve loved has become a vicious trap

But I take the risk no matter how many strokes to be had

 

Because you haunt me like a ghost

My best is to be my worst at the most

And don’t you fucking move. You are the host

Until I interrupt your party with my toast

 

To you and all you’ve done. You are the one

Who ruined the wedding, but also rose the sun

The one who caught me sitting, but also set me on the run

I love you, my demon, holding the barrel to my gun

I can’t defeat you, my lover, for you have already won.

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