| I’m too tired to play with the flames
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| I thought I could but it’s hard for me
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| Well fire is life, and life is good
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| So many nights when it lit her room
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| And oh so tired but can’t slow down
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| I hear good music but drown it out
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| With «gotta do’s,» and vanities
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| And little fires keep on warming me
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| Well every man hears his call to be
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| A mountain’s height, or a lover’s need
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| I heard it roar from the fire’s place
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| And can see now how it’s deafened me
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| And you’re too drunk to give a fuck
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| You got that way because you care too much
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| Then a good wave came to dance with me
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| Then a bad wave came
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| To take me away from the present for days
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| When I woke I was lost in a terrible day dream
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| Of anarchist texts
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| And my parents are ageing
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| And oh Nicole sleeps on lavender
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| You’d lose a limb to be there with her
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| On a good wave’s lips, she came to me
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| We shared the fire |