if it happens every night
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burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
and start new when your heart is an empty room, with walls of the deepest blue
spring blooms and you find the love that's true, but you don't know what now to do, 'cause the chase is all you know, and she stopped running months ago
and all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
the flames and smoke climbed out of every window and disappeared with everything that you held dear
and you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
'cause you knew you were finally free
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