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From: "Winner of the Fight"
The Heat of the Stars
Sweetheart, put the key in the door
Lock up and well tiptoe to the dark
What are we fighting for?
I really dont know
Big solutions to simple problems
We arent getting any younger
If we could work back to that hunger
Where its gone, I wish I knew
And I dont know what became of us
Between eating and washing the dishes
We simply lost touch
And its a pantomime, its a farce
We had the light of the moon in our hearts
And the heat of the stars
Remember the days when the world outside
Was left to make up its own tiny mind
You and I were wrapped tight inside
With the thundering pulse of our hearts
Now we need our song and we need our wine
To warm us up and keep us from fighting
Thats not enough, just to remind us
Of our glory days
And I dont know what became of us
Between eating and washing the dishes
We simply lost touch
And its a pantomime, its a farce
We had the light of the moon in our hearts
And the heat of the stars
The harvest moon looks cool tonight
When once we thought the skies were alive
And the stars recorded our stunning nights
And were more than pinpricks of light
So gather me up and make it anew
That blistering feeling that we once knew
Because you still love me and I love you
Let that be enough again
And I dont know what became of us
Between eating and washing the dishes
We simply lost touch
And its a pantomime, its a farce
We had the light of the moon in our hearts
And the heat of the stars
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