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This informal chat we had turned into discussion.
All these words i speak aren`t meant to teach, just enlighten.
But my ears they shut to you,
Just my own percussion.
You were, you were, you were, you were, you were...
Nothing to me but an icy breeze on a crimson cheek.
A flake of snow on an ember glow, just forgotten.
And just as you were forgotten, i was remembered...
I was remembered.

This discussion we just had has turned into chaos.
All the words you spoke as your heart clean broke were impressive.
You shut your fist but the first one missed,
next one didn`t.
You ran, you ran, you ran, you ran, you ran...
Out in the street with your naked feet,
i didn`t follow.
I knew you`d be back with your eyes stained black
looking hollow.
And just when you felt hollow, i felt terrific.
I felt terrific.

She keeps ripping up her promises,

A bonfire of her sanity.

Don't keep ripping up your promises,

Cos ashes fly into dead of night,

You keep ripping up your promises,

It sometimes works but it usually fails,

You keep ripping up.....

You'd run through the fire to live by the liars.