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by: John Proffitt Alone on the couch, I watch the fire die See the last embers rise to the sky But it's over The smell of the smoke lingers behind, The warmth and the glow still fresh in my mind But it's over To burn bright and warm, fire needs to be fed Never tended or nurtured it quickly goes dead. It burned low, and now I know. I never understood the needs we each had, What started out good has turned out so bad Now it's over. 'Cause I didn't feed the love that we shared, I just walked away, didn't know that I cared - Now it's over. To burn bright and warm, a fire needs to be fed; Never tended or nurtured, it quickly goes dead. It burned low, and now I know. Our love, like a fire, needed fuel to burn bright And hold us together on the long, cold nights - I should have known, now I'm all alone - So alone. 
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