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4d
Icicles forming in a burning flame
Up the track on a speeding train
Numbers dancing on a roulette wheel
It really doesn’t matter how I feel

You walked away its the game you play
You burn my heart every single day
Your a paper plane heading for the sun
You are in my heart you are my fun

Life not worth living without
my cotton wool bomb
So sweet and corrosive handling everything
with such aplomb
Numbers dancing on a roulette wheel
Still not thinking how I feel

Icicles still freezing inside my fire
Your Still riding over all my desires
Numbers still dancing on the roulette wheel
Never understanding how I feel

You walk away it’s the game you play
Red and black I just can't  turn back.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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