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Brandon Flowers - Playing With Fire |
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Daddy, I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry, |
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But there aint nothin you can do to change my mind. |
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I'm not here to know the things I cannot do, |
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We've seen the outcome of the Boy's Who Didn't Fly. |
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That road outside that you've been taking home forever, |
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That'll be same road that I'll take when I depart. |
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Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together |
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May twist & turn but somewhere deep there is a heart. |
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Playing with fire |
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You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight |
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And you're out on a wire |
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You know we're playing with fire |
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I see his calling as the channel of invention, |
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I will not blush if others see it as a crime. |
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However dangerous the road, however distant, |
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These things won't compromise the will of the design. |
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Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep, |
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Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back. |
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The church of mine may not be recognised by steeple, |
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That doesn't mean that I will walk without a God. |
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Rolling river of Truth, can you spare me a sip? |
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The holy fountain of youth has been reduced to a drip. |
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I've got this burning belief in Salvation and love |
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This notion may be naive but when push comes to shove |
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I will till this ground |
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Oh woah oh woah woah (out on a wire) |
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I might not get there. |
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This little town, this little house, |
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They seem to be leaning in the wrong direction |
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I'm not afraid of you no more. |
