| There is no smoke, there is no fire
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| No combustion of any kind
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| No looking through rose tinted glasses
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| No heavy heart that rules the mind
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| There is no fat that fuels the fire
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| I burned my fingers more than once
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| Love is on diet
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| There’s nothing left on my plate
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| Love’s on diet
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| There’s nothing left but charade
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| Burn the pyre, burn the pyre
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| So call me insane, I’ll take you back again
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| So call me mundane, I will do it over again
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| There’s no want without desire
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| There’s no heat without a flame
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| No spark will light a fire
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| It won’t come for who would wait
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| Do I preach to the choir?
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| Or are you gonna light my fire?
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| Light my fire, light the fire
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| So call me insane, I could love you again
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| So call me again, it’s so cold in the rain
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| It’s so cold, it’s so cold
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| So call me again, it’s so cold in the rain |