11.Blinded
there's a fire on the mountain
a path through the sea
you were blinded by the flames in me
there's a brokenland I've seen it
here to swallow love
I can feel my fingers slipping
maybe I don't know what love is
but it isn't this
there's a truth long forgotten
a trust long denied
and a child somewhere hungry and crying
and maybe I don't know what love is
but it isn't this
there's a path through the mountain
fire on the sea
you were blinded by the flames in me
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