Should all this burning fire die down
They will then say it was too late.
The eastern storms will then come
Steal you away, while blaming my fate.
I'll never let go, feel you in sunsets
Hide you safely in my locked away memories
Within my being, make art out of you,
A masterpiece story, soaked in Hennessy
I'll seek my peace there, and forget about heresy.
The eastern storms will then come
Steal you away, while blaming my fate.
I'll never let go, feel you in sunsets
Hide you safely in my locked away memories
Within my being, make art out of you,
A masterpiece story, soaked in Hennessy
I'll seek my peace there, and forget about heresy.
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