A million candles line these streets.
Back home, there's just melted wax on the concrete, and I recall a heart so pure that it ceased to beat.
I haven't said nearly enough, but I've already said far too much.
This is the best and worst things will ever get, so don't forget…
Back home, they curse our names, but good or bad we all rot the same

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