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[afoolintherain]

You quiver like a candle on fire,
I'm putting you out,
Maybe tonight we could be the last shout,
i'm fascinated by your style,
your beauty will last for a while.

You're feeling instead of being,
The more that i live on the inside,
There's nothing to give,
I'm infatuated by your moves,
I've gotta search hard for your clues.

I want to repair your desire,
And call it a gift,
That I stole from just wanting to live,
Now I see the vision through your eyes,
Your innocence no longer fuels surprise.

Trying to out run your fears
Your running to lose,
Heart on your sleeve,
and your soul in your shoes.
Take a left,
a sharp left,
and another left,
meet me on the corner -- We'll start again.