This fire’s
alight
We’re here again
From black and white
Into colour
Well there’ve been moments
That I would gladly forget about
And there’ve been moments
But we’ve come through
So why, when the pressure starts to hurt
Do you go out and squeeze into your kamikaze shirt
I’ve seen you cry
A thousand times
And felt the weight
Of your sorrow
I’ve tried to help you
Shake off the worst of your loneliness
I’ve tried to help you
To let things be
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