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Untitled - Matt Corby

So I threw your letter into the flame

And watched the fire regain

And these words have done nothing for you

As I did not read them through

Now turned to ash in the flame

And colours are dull

As the feeling of the cold

And memories fall

As the fire is getting old

Oh and I once more and now

Don't you fret I'll find my way

Carefully walking from the devil's plane

And I know why you did not follow me

Pride swallowed me and led me astray

And now the dark in me has now seen the day

Oh my chill has lost its way

And these hands that won't helped me to pray

They are limp in utter dismay

Oh they oh they fall in their dismay

And colours are dull

As the feeling of the cold

And memories fall

As the fire is getting old

Oh and I I once more am now

Oh don't you fret I'll find my way

Carefully walking from the devil's plane

And I know why you did not follow me

Pride swallowed me and led me astray