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Baby... oh, |
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Fire, light my life on fire. |
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Baby... oh, |
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Fire, light my life on fire. |
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That junk is oh so flammable. |
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That flame is not containable. |
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Baby on fire - |
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She is incendiarial. |
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And in the cool hours of the nite, |
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She kisses me and it rips my head off. |
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You know her name, rhymes with gasoline. |
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Her perfume, |
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I think it's turpenteen. |
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And I feel alive, |
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And I hope it's love. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
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And in the dawn of the day, |
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When the sun sets the night on fire and it has burned |
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Away, She looks at me with those eyes. |
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She looks at me with those eyes and |
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I say, Honey, light |
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It up! And |
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I feel alive, |
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And I hope it's love. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
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I love the way she smells, |
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The way her scent hangs on the morning dew. |
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She wakes my dreams up. |
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She shakes my dreams apart. |
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You know her name, rhymes with gasoline. |
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Her perfume, |
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I think it's turpenteen. |
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And I feel alive, |
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And I hope it's love. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen, |
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Caroleen. |
