![]() ![]() We held a match to keep our sight on the path but the flame gave up and we lost it.Īnd I’ve knelt for the last three years trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick. You’ve got your fingers snared in my veins,Īnd I don’t care about the flesh it’ll tear, They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it.
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