Wooden Chair
My old wooden chair
In amongst the flames
Alone
I clear my throat to speak
But I can't say a word
Not one
This girl knew my name
On a wooden bridge
It's cold
Woke up on the floor
With poison in my blood
And I'm missing you
My old wooden chair
In amongst the crowd
Alone
If I can't tap my foot
To an honest tune
I'll run
I took a leap
Across the creek
The water rose
Woke up in the sea
With poison in my blood
And I'm missing you
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