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I want a fire that could burn me clean |
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Light the sky with my black-eyed dreams |
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And let my soul fly |
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And let my soul fly |
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I want a fire burning down the door |
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Let the wounds of my embers soar |
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And let my soul fly |
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And let my soul fly |
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Let it go |
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Yeah, let it go |
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Pavement beneath my feet |
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I watch the white lines fly |
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Nothing between us here but the black blue sky |
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Suspended up in the air, like a still life |
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Yeah, we're suspended up into the air, like a still life |
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Let it go |
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Let it go |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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I believe you're the fire that could burn me clean |
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And let my soul fly |
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And let my soul fly |
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Pavement beneath my feet |
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I watch the white lines fly |
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I want a fire that could burn me clean |
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I want a fire that could burn me clean |
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And let it go |
