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Too close for me, this kind of killing heat, |
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The burning looks, before the fun begins |
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This kind of night leaves tracks across your mind |
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This kind of day is better left behind |
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When every word just fans the flames |
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All you can do is pray for rain |
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I met my match, but then the fire spread |
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Out of control, and now there's not much left |
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Don't you know that no one everwins |
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So take my hand, but don't say anything |
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When every word just fans the flames |
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All you can do is pray for rain |
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And let it fall |
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So cool and clear |
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Still this troubled water |
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Drive the fever out of here |
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When every word just fans the flames |
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When every word just fans the flames |
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When every word just fans the flames |
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All you can do is pray for rain |
