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A flame doesn’t dance, it survives

Flickers madly in an eye

A wave that crashes, not lapse

It’s much too much, it’s so fast

It’s so fast

Waitin' by the little front gate

And the flower boxes I made

My love it gathers in a cloud

And all at once it rains down

It’s all down

Ya know I never quite feel right

In the afternoon

And so I wait until midnight

Until I speak to you

Tell me about the blues

I’ll tell you I got ‘em too

In these late moments tell the truth

Ya know I never quite feel right

In the afternoon

And so I wait until midnight

Until I speak to you

Tell me about the blues

I’ll tell you I got ‘em too

In these late moments tell the truth (2x)

And I think that you’re angry too

And I think that you love me too