One spur in the fire, burning
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now we're clearing the embers away
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there are many ways this way
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So I tell you like you're meant to
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and you're quick to guess my choice
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was it my trembling hand or my voice?
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She said you're stirring tossing, turning
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just like you were in the night
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I am sure your choice is right
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I've always been a coward
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been a coward to this day
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there are many ways this way
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And your fortune taken from you
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by men that always say
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there are many ways this way.
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Many Ways
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Bombay Bicycle Club |