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you ask me what |
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makes anger |
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you ask me why we |
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rage |
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you ask me how to |
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kill a fire or turn |
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another page |
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you ask me what |
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makes lightning |
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strike or |
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why the rain brings |
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flood |
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what burns a nation |
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down to sand |
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why war spills so |
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much blood |
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and just for a |
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moment |
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I thought you saw |
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me wave |
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but you were |
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looking the other |
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way |
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you ask me how I |
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taught myself to |
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turn the force |
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around |
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look fear & anger in |
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the eyes & turn it |
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into sound |
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you ask if I can ride |
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the wave of |
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dangerous emotion |
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and if bitter |
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disappointments |
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are the measure of |
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my passion |
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and just for a |
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moment |
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I thought I caught |
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your eye |
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but you were |
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turning the other |
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way |
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when you were a |
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young one you took |
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the road you |
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wanted you didn't |
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live to compromise |
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you took the world |
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in with yr eyes & cut |
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yr portion down to |
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size & as you grew |
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we always knew |
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that yoo were not |
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for turning |
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but when you take |
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this path in life |
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remember that you |
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light the fire you |
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burn in. |
