An Old Fever From An Old Fire
I found a rose beneath the wind
But not one of love, but one from my sweetest of dreams
It bared the mark of a true comatose
Sing it with me now, sing it with me loud and proud
THIS IS MY LOVE
You’re just an old fever
From an old fire
And despite everything you’ve done to me
I miss you
Then I had another dream
One where I was consumed by a masterpiece
He said to me that boy you gotta let go
Easier said than done, easier said than letting go
THIS IS MY LOVE
You’re just an old fever
From an old fire
And despite everything you’ve done to me
I miss you
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