beside my bed there is a lamp and in that lamp there is a lonely moth hes got one night hes got one life and one thing on his mind and thats the fire he doesnt care from where it comes he only knows hes got to run toward the brightest promise in his eye now hes circling to the ground his wings have burned hes falling down i just watch and wonder how we carry on it was a world i never made i just fell into this old parade they told me its my time to shine and they got ways to light me up at night they didnt care from where i came it seemed they lost their pride and shame looking for a fire of their own one last ember hits the ground the woods all burned it s ashes now if you look up to the moon youll help me carry on old man in a bar tonight he sits down on a stool to watch the fight he says one last drink to light me up and then i do believe ive had enough chasing dreams that end in pain ive chased the sun ive chased the rain but nothing ever seemed to fill my cup i see the angels circling now i feel the moon behind the clouds thats the kind of fire id be proud to carry on
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