The stove is burning bright
As the stars shine with all their might
I might have been wrong in an assumption,
And I promise to live it through
The darkness I do not hate,
Love the thought of poison that we make
Tomorrow when the sun comes out,
You will find it worth giving me a shout
In the quiet of the night we slip away,
To tell a tale that will justify the wait
As the stars shine with all their might
I might have been wrong in an assumption,
And I promise to live it through
The darkness I do not hate,
Love the thought of poison that we make
Tomorrow when the sun comes out,
You will find it worth giving me a shout
In the quiet of the night we slip away,
To tell a tale that will justify the wait
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