I'd sell my soul for a box of matches,
I'd bow down to who could provide me with flames,
I'd wish away on all these trees here,
to feel at all this heat again.
I'd turn my back on lusting thoughts,
desires and dreams with intrest fade,
I'd never tell a soul around here,
If you would give me back this sweet ran day
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