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Irons On The Fire - Robin Gibb

Cold my hairs grey

And I watch another day

Passing by the arcade of my age

So I'm older

Not a hand or shoulder

After streets of view

Falling into you

Irons in the fire

But my blames are passing high

Seems I'm just a hopeless case without you

Without your face

I'm a empty place

Without your voice

I'm a helpless choice

Why am I still alive

When you're not there I can't survive

Mently on the hole you stole my soul

Still I will cry

For the night you said goodbye

And every tear you clearly bear your name

Irons in the fire

But my blames are passing high

Seems I'm just a hopeless case without you

Without your face

I'm a empty place

Without your voice

I'm a helpless choice