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Are you carried by a restless wind? |
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Does it saddle you with brave ideas? |
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With battle scars and souvenirs, |
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To hang across your shoulder blades. |
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Oh if you're hot as the sun, |
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I will not question your ways. |
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Oh if you're hot as the sun, |
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Be not afraid of the fire. |
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The shape of bodies galloping, |
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Will follow every song you sing. |
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Oh they sparkle like a wedding ring, |
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And hold you like a melody. |
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Oh if you're drawn to the flame, |
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I will not question your ways. |
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Oh if you're drawn to the flame, |
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Be not afraid of the fire. |
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In the creases of our histories, |
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From candlewax to motherhood, |
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To sliding down the banisters, |
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Oh fate will have no grudge to hold. |
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Oh if you swallow the fuel, |
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I cannot question your will. |
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Oh if you swallow the fuel, |
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Be not afraid of the fire. |
