Rumours where I left the fire
I lit a fire then run away
Hold me tight, make it right
The house burned down, to the ground
To the ground, ashes and dust
Hold me tight and make it right
I have tried to search my soul
I find nothing of the kind
I will dance upon your grave
I wont shed a tear that day
I will not bring sorrow to my door
I still hear scream from the house
Scream from the house, trapped inside
Hold me tight and make it right
I have tried to search my soul
I find nothing of the kind
I will dance upon your grave
I wont shed a tear that day
I will not bring sorrow to my door
Rumours where I left the fire
I lit a fire then run away
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