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The Guillemots lyrics : "Burnt"

I am running out of ammunition
For the soldier in my head
Theyll only love me with condition

None of you will know until Im dead

When I wake without her

Its like a sun without a cloud
Beautifully serene and gentle
And not something of which Im proud


I have always said that pointless races
Should never be run at all

They should be kept away and chained up
And never mentioned at all


But I cant see the point in
Walking like I do
I get from A to B and back again

When all Im doing is passing through

(I liked it, I liked it, it scared me so

I loved it, I loved it, it burned me so
I miss it, I miss it, everywhere I go)

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