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Tell his sister he's fine
How could I explain the fall
In this short time
It'll have to wait
And if he dies before
One thing I'll have been right
To have tried
Was believing blindly in his heart

Tread light
In the crossfire of a man
And his silent need

You take for granted your light
You fly too low
Well I saw you there
You were lit
Like it seems it is soft
Like it seems like a fire
Like I long ago
Seemed to care

Peel your eyes
Who in the dark hall
Of your enemy
Strikes a match
For you can lie
To one fool or another
But not to me

Well ok, run