Running away, I knew I was wrong Just tried to fit in but I didn't belong Wearing their clothes, playing their games Being a part of that urban decay Don't burn the fires, never coming home Don't burn the fires, never coming home
When the morning sky was cold and grey I could hear the whispers of my own mistakes Those warning eyes, that final touch No one seemed to care that much Don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home Don't burn the fires, never coming home
And when I'd reached my destination I thought someday I might return 'Cause deep inside was the need To feel the home fires burn A faltering voice merely whispered my name As if we'd never expected to hear it again And my heart grew cold to that indifferent sound As I slowly laid the receiver down
Don't burn the fires, don't burn the fires Don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home
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