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I thought that loneliness would kill eventually It holds a mirror but when broken you are free And someday I'll be just that singer But singing is alright Invited lovers but just never very far I kept the space for you, I wonder where you are There's always fire on the foothills In my dream of you Why does it have to be I can't fall out of love It must look hopeless to the vultures up above But I don't need to be a winner I hope I taste alright I will be upright and leave wrecks upon my sea And starve the fire on the foothills of our dreams And someday I'll be just that singer But singing is alright From Letras Mania