That it's too late for me to try
You said I was too mean
And left when I started to cry
I gave everything I had
My dignity is gone since long
You only said it was too bad
And that you have already moved on
Bastille - Things we lost in the fire
I read them all one day
When loneliness came and you were away
Oh they told me nothing new,But I love to read the words you used
I was the match and you were the rock
Maybe we started this fire
We sat apart and watched
All we had burned on the pyre
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