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I've
been standing
on
this scorched earth too long
and I've got the lonely heart
separation blues.
A
mummy, fixed and dry, am I
waiting for Thee, for Thee.
I'm
tired of these chilly, polar extremes,
full
of fire one day
empty as ice the next.
Nowhere
left to turn anymore,
just
waiting for Thee, for Thee
to
burn right through this circle of fear
and
end these cold
dark
lonely heart
separation
blues.
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