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..When you hold yourself to me. |
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I think I'll go down in flames |
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Wouldn't ask you to join me |
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Cuz that would be insane, it you could warm your hands, |
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Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me. |
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They will come from miles away, |
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Cuz it's cold outside |
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And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet. |
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What better time and place than here? |
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Cuz you've become a fire in me |
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Ever since you turned eighteen girl |
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And then you said that love was, |
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Just some sort of passing thing. |
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You've become a fire in me |
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Ever since you turned eighteen, |
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And the cold ain't so cold |
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When you hold yourself to me. |
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They will come from miles away, |
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In your honor. |
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In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats. |
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Oh they've been waiting for this for years! |
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You can see it in their eyes, |
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There's a fire there. |
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But it's not that |
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I'm on fire but it's deep inside. |
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They jump into the peppered sky. |
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Cuz you've become a fire in me |
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Ever since you turned eighteen girl |
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And then you said that love was, |
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Just some sort of passing thing. |
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You've become a fire in me |
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Ever since you turned eighteen, |
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And the cold ain't so cold |
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When you hold yourself to me. |
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You, you can see it in their eyes. |
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They're afraid that they'll catch fire. |
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They're filled, they're filled with gasoline. |
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Because it's what my heart desires. |
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All these little birds, are chirping in their homes. |
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Twenty feet above us they're where all footprints are heard. |
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You're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. |
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We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. |
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And you're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. |
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We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. |
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Yeah you're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. |
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We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. |
