Do you want me on your mind, or do you want me to go on?
I might be yours as sure as I can say
Be gone, be far away
Roses on parade, they follow you around
Upon your shore as sure as I can say
Be gone, be far away
(Away)
Like fuel to fire
Into the town we go
Into your hideaway
Where the towers grow
Gone to be far away
(Away)
Pious words to cry into the under
Upon your shore as sure as I can say
Be gone, be far away
Oh, what a day to choose
Torn by the hours
All that I say to you
Is like fuel to the fire
Into the town we go
Into your hideaway
Where the towers grow
Gone to be far away
Never do we know
Never do they give away
Where the towers grow
Only you will hear them say
Sing quietly alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
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