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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.