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Well I wrote your name and burned it,
See the colour of the flame.
And it burned out the whole spectrum,
As if you were everything.
Mine just burned gold,
A normal flame.
I am not anything.
And all that I remember the feeling of waking up.
We were kids, you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust.
We were kids, I was a fountain.
You could never drink enough.
Then came all the boys who swept you up play careless with your heart.
Every night there was a new girl sittting beside me in my car.
Something dies when you grow older,
But you do the best you can.
I am glad.
I am glad...
You found a good man.