chasing fire

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Running after you gets tiring,
But somehow I live for the exercise.

I'm chasing fire
That runs at the sight of oxygen.

Sometimes I can catch glimpses
Of your flickering light,
But then you disappear and
Leave what you burned behind.

The more you run away,
The more distance there is
And the more time that passes,
The more faded your burn marks get.

All I do is follow the embers
That make up your trail
And I never stop to think about
Why I'm chasing fire
When it's dying out on me anyway.

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