| Oh, hear it comes again, I feel the heat again
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| Blaze to the very end, rise like the sun again
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| I’m on my feet but I can’t seem to stand
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| Got control but I ain’t got command
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| The things I need slip through my hand
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| So I tell it like it is, always hit or miss
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| Tell me to my face, like it really is
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| Make it plane to see, straight from you to me
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| Oh, hear it comes again, I feel the need again
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| To burn like a flame again, blow like a hurricane
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| And when I look I just don’t recognise it’s
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| All off course and bound to collide
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| The truth I hear is a truth full of lies
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| So I tell it like it is, always hit or miss
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| Tell me to my face, like it really is
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| Make it plane to see, straight from you to me
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| I’m on my feet but I can’t seem to stand
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| Got control but I ain’t got command
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| The things I need slip through my hand
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| It gets better each time
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| Better each time I’m told
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| It gets better |