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Last night I was lying on the floor Listening to the wind blow around my house I was staring at the ceiling - thinking of you Suddenly the wind blew the curtains aside My room filled with the smell of flowers Wishing you were here You were holding ashes A foolish thought - your warm smile In a white car - I drive through the night, Staring at the end of my gun - I'm making good time Take aim pull the trigger - ready to start all over again. ...collecting ...ashes Chorus Ashes are falling, dust is rising like a shroud. With faith as gasoline - a full moon in the back of my mind, Wide-open roads are my best friends. I'm doing ok ...well, I'm doing fine I'll take a ride that never ends To the end of the world, my friend. I never said Deserve to be loved, Hide under a twist of fame. I was blamed, I understand My mistakes were done in haste. A few words, a few lines You in my rear view mirror. Can you be so sure ........... I never collected ashes? Chorus Ashes are falling, dust is rising like a shroud. |
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