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[ti:Start A Fire] |
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[ar:Dilara Kazimova] |
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Someone's selling garden roses down the square |
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People gathering by to breathe the morning air |
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But no one sees the bitter cold and shivering empty hands |
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A school girl running by and trying to beat the bell |
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People dropping, tossing coins in wishing wells |
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But no one cares for dreams that don't fit into our world |
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Maybe nightfall darkens skies |
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And maybe teardrops stain our eyes |
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But may the slightest light start a fire |
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A soldier in the hands of a forgotten mess |
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Digging out the burning bullets in his chest |
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So eager, bold and noble - printing footsteps on this earth |
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Maybe nightfall darkens skies |
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Maybe teardrops stain our eyes |
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But may the slightest light start a fire |
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Start a fire |
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But may the slightest light start a fire |
