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The body is wrapped in shadow |
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The face is built of cinders |
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And panic tears thro' your silhouette |
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As you're squeezed by burning fingers |
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And he crackling in our colours |
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With teeth of gelignite |
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When he sighs his song and pirouettes |
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Thro' a dance of dynamite |
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We are fireworks - slowly, glowing |
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Bold and bright |
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We are fireworks - burning shapes |
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Into the night |
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His fuel is our frustration |
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And dreams begin to ache |
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And all the while we wear a party smile |
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And happily we shiver |
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And happily we shake |
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Oh shake, shake, shake |
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We are fireworks - slowly, glowing |
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Bold and bright |
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We are fireworks - burning shapes |
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Into the night |
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Twist and turn - burn, burn, burn |
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Twist and turn - burn, baby, burn |
