I'm not hungry, I'm not thirsty
I'm not weary and I'm not alone
When every question has an answer
And all the lost souls come rolling home
This way through the fire
Holding hands out through the door
This way through the fire
Two brass farthings on my eyelids
3 cheers, hip hip hooray
4 black pennies in my pocket
To pay the driver to take me on my way
This way through the fire
Holding hands out through the door
This way
This way through the fire
Holding hands out through the door
This way through the fire
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