she holds it all
the fire that engines my soul
the last flight home you take
when you´re felling more alone
you´re so deep in the valley of that memory lane
you´re so deep in the thought of hearing her name
why would she say
that i´m being quite a fool
why does she take all
the air left in the room
she holds it all
the fire that engines my soul
the last flight home you take
when you´re felling more alone
it´s not about the price you pay, when you know you have to go
well maybe it was just a flake in the snow
why would she say
that i´m being quite a fool
why does she take all
the air left in the room
it´s not the same words you know, you hear in your head
it´s not the same felling you get, instead you´re dead
but it´s alright
honey i´m felling good
i´m felling fine
it´s alright
darling don´t you worry about me
it´s alright
honey i´ll go on living without your smile
it´s alright
darling don´t you see it´s good,
in time

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