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Don't you leave me cold by dying flame I hear it's not the same where you are Oh the stars are picked from open sky I always think of why I'm so sad Here my words are sucked into myself Got no one here to help me tonight But now I've had enough I'll make my way back home Oh this place is great for me and you I always tend to think it's true Oh my face is caught by dying flame I know it's not the same where you are But now I've had enough I'll make my way back home From Letras Mania