The Flame
This night came fast Thought it never would Thought you’d be the last I could cling to When things got hard In true or false need Tonight I got a fire That I want you to feed The more I drink The more I burn The waste of nuclear waste We know but never learn And your lips are bitter sweet Like yesterday’s wine
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