They were children playing games
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Burnt their fingers in the flame
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Flying high above the sky
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Blinded by the vision in their eye
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Too young to question why
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Their destinies will coincide
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She dressed in white just to be his bride
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Love is worse than pride
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Saw her fall down from the sky
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And smile politely at the passers by
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She knows it's too late to go home
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Built a house, she's living on her own
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It's hard to be alone
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And in the embers of the flame
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Dressed in black she's calling out his name
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It isn't worth the pain
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If destinies won't coincide
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And you dress in black just to be his bride
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Then love is worse than pride
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Worse Then Pride
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Kieran Goss |