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Matt Brown
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Don't go tripping through the wild woods When there is a wolf right at your door Don't go looking for the false flags You know its a friend who'll cut you more You are damned in whatever way you are turning If you always turn away from fires burning You were the first to say I love you into the wide & hallowed space You were the first to say I need you Into the darkest cold embrace You were the first to say I hear you Put your hands over my face You were the first to say I love you You were the first Don't go swimming in a daydream Wake up in the headlights cold, unblinking Don't go looking for the road there You are in a labyrinth of your own making You are damned in whatever way you are turning If you never turn away from fires burning You were the first to say I love you into that wild & hallowed space You were the first to say I need you into the darkest cold embrace You were the first to say I hear you With the sunlight on your face You were the first to say I love you You were the first Don't walk away
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