| My friend she’s on fire
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| She’s burning like a juniper tree
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| She don’t know what to do
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| But I do
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| 'Cause she do it to me
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| Let it go let it go
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| It’s not nice to be like ice
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| It’s much better if you feel like fire
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| Yes there’s a bad moon coming up
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| And I can see it’s on the cusp
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| Electric winds are shrieking up in the wires
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| But it’s a warm evening out
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| It feels like New Orleans blue
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| On the spray from the African shore
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| Oh we could make it coast to coast
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| She said «Ain't that the most?»
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| But I could tell she’d heard it all before
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| Let it go let it go
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| Let it shine down on me
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| Is this a love affair or is this a crime
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| Is this religion without priests, prayers or pews
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| This is the view from the left-over shelf
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| This is the punchline and the joke’s on you
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| I don’t need her kissy lips
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| I don’t need her armies or her pearls
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| I fell asleep and dreamed of far off lands
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| When I awoke I nearly married that girl
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| Let it go let it go |