Has there no right
for a bleeding heart like me?
We waste our lives on work and fight
No rest for us, It's plain to see.
For each lantern on this crooked street
Fulfils but one burning desire
To love the heat
To love the fire
for a bleeding heart like me?
We waste our lives on work and fight
No rest for us, It's plain to see.
For each lantern on this crooked street
Fulfils but one burning desire
To love the heat
To love the fire
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