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The Verlaines
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Pyromaniac
Sitting up late The ash in the grate His pretty face goes prison pale There's a shadow tapping on the window - His old lover's come in from the wind and rain
And he dreams burning memories The girl ain't at his door - he's just getting bored Oh he can't refrain 'cos he's got it on the brain Wants to see the bright lights, gonna do it again
Pyromaniac, ain't no turning back Gonna make shralak and a heap of dead matches Spread some on the ground, have a look around Burn it to the ground and watch the engine's rushing, gushing Totally written off but there's laughter at chaos
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com There's a white coat, traipsing up the hallway They're gonna find a safe place for him to stay There's a white coat, ear to the door It's no good it's as quiet as it's ever been before
What a laugh, they think they've got him trapped - They might as well relax, it's too late for the axe Didn't want to be mad, didn't want to be old - Can't see the bright lights for the smoke in the key-hole
Pyromaniac, ain't no turning back Gonna make shralak and a heap of dead matches Spread some on the ground, have a look around Burn it to the ground and watch the engine's rushing, gushing Totally written off but there's laughter at chaos
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