Fame is fleeting
Though at times it’s hard to tell
It bears repeating
What the way is paved with to hell
And the heart suffers its own beating
Just as well
As if it could be helped
As if it could be helped
The flame is needing
Your spark to burn bright
And no gypsy candle
can dispel the dark more right
Extreme needing all through the night
As if it could be helped
As if it could be helped
But you’re hanging on
We’re hanging on
The flame is needing your spark to burn well
No gypsy candle can ever dispel
The heart suffers its beating just as well
As if it could be helped
As if it could be helped

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