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and times move so fast, and now there does not seem to be any and once it felt that there was more than plenty I do believe that something somewhere sent me To you, astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay. and I admit, that I have spent some time in confusion Not knowing what is or is not illusion Riddled with myself and destruction Astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay. and flux, we move, crawl across the sky like the weather To think that she once thought that I was clever But I was do or die not now or never Astray, still the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay. From Letras Mania