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I watch that open flame
Bright light and beautiful orange
I watch that open flame
I watch that open flame
Dear God itâs calling my name
I watch that open flame
It was our job to make the money
And it was he who took all the risks
And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies
Some serotonin to kill the dope sick
But as you may know
lying face first in the snow
I dreamt of days so long ago
Do you remember them?
Where did they go?
Ah aaahhhâ¦
Whatâd you say?
Oh no donât reply
Itâs just the voices inside
Oh no I canât decide
They say youâre not here
Iâm not
To feel no fear
Itâs just my sickness
Youâre nothing youâre no one
You donât exist
Itâs the voices inside
Which is mine
I wasnât born with a silver spoon
That was then but I got one now
This ritual will kill me soon
Hey mom and dad be proud
Wednesday night they sweep the street
With my record they play for keeps
I donât have any words to say
And we would wonder what took him so long
Half humming this unsung song
Did they find his works in his cold
Dead hand, a sunny day at Rikerâs Island
More to say the least and never would it last
It was the nature of the beast
It meant present, no future, no past