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It's about the regret of an old man |
| When I die all that will remain will be my sadness I will live forever on the falling leaves of autumn I will become the color orange No one’s told me they loved me the way that you did You put your hands in the fire and kept them there until it all went dark It took me a while to find my way out You told me that you loved me in words that I could not understand Love lives forever, but only in a broken heart And only if you are the one that's breaking it Love lives on in the pieces It lives on in the words of a man whose only prayer is for the sky To make him whole again |