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Fire |
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Will it call my name |
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When I give in to |
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The blue heart of these flames |
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Blood runs |
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Flow with heavy rush |
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Knives are are out |
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But they dull when they touch his flesh |
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Up with the smoke |
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We rise like angels again |
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Suffocate on absence of __ |
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Blinding our sight |
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You emanate this glow |
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Lost out in space |
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Burning on __ |
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___ |
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___ |
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___ |
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Take a good look at his face |
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Look with the smoke |
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We rise like angels again |
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Suffocate on absence of __ |
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Blinding our sight |
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You emanate this glow |
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Lost out in space |
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Burning on __ |
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Flames can rise |
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On your eyes |
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Blinding our sight |
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You emanate this glow |
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Lost out in space |
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Burning on __ |
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Dead and lonely here |
