| I’m looking for some kind of sign
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| My dream is made of gold
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| I tread upon with muddy feet
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| My fever leaves me cold
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| I’m stretched across a thousand miles
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| And there’s nothing I can do
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| Useless machines without your word
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| And the ropes are burning through
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| Fire is flame
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| You’re burning me
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| Passion is pain
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| You’re burning me
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| The flickering illuminates
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| But I only see your face
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| Paradise to he who waits
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| But it doesn’t know it’s place
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| I stand beyond the bain of time
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| I’m strong against the sand
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| Trapped inside the hourglass
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| Turning over in your hands
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| Fire is flame
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| You’re burning me
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| Passion is pain
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| You’re burning me
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| I’m at your mercy, at your feet
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| It isn’t good enough
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| Though I am burned, I don’t retain the heat
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| Without the sunshine of your love
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| You maketh me of fire and flame
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| No engine is en route
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| There’s no evil in the joy you bring
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| But there’s torture all about
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| Fire is flame
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| You’re burning me
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| Passion is pain
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| You’re burning me |