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Days of heat, days of cold, there days all the samewalking home on my own, your sing is your namewalk alone in the wild, our hearts bold with firewalk alone in the wild are hearts bold with fireThere's no way to tell if were all discreetour hearts they are filled with dead dog meetliving so freely in the days of crass daysWalk alone in the wild are hearts bold with firewalk alone in the wild are hearts bold with fireIve got nothing to tell, there's nothing to knowsitting fumes in my vein, your songs are my nameThere's no way to tell if were all discreetour hearts they are filled with the dead dogs meetliving so freely in the days of crass daysMissing the pages and all, the books are that wayduck your letters and all, your words are that wayskipping records and all, your things are that waylisting, lusting, and snow, you're songs are my nameThere's no way to tell if were all discreetour hearts they are filled with the dead dogs meetliving so freely in the days of crass daysWalk alone in the wild, our hearts bold with firewalk alone in the wild, our hearts bold with firewalk alone in the wild, our hearts bold with fire From Letras Mania