with a red haired ballerina
She cried for a living on
People asked her to grieve
over what they couldn't own
I've tried, but I can't remember
but the farewell light of ash and cinder
there's something in there
I've been flying over the wild country
So I sought out the preacher
But when I finally reached her
she was just a common thief
Put the farewell light of ash and cinder
there's something in there
Have a life fused up on getting more
Have a life spent afraid of being bored
Have a life trying to be feared
Oh, have a life, have a life,
I've tried, but I can't remember
That fire, it's burnin' in there
I have tried, but I can't remember
I'm fine, it's a burning number
50 farewell line with ash and cinder
There's something in there,
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