| Bright lights, explosions
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| Your touch is an ocean in my head
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| It’s coming on, it’s running thin
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| I feel the fire in your hands
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| It’s a bright light at the end of the world
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| Your hot fire and your presence is heard
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| It’s a bright light at the end of the world
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| Your hot fire and your presence is heard
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| Bright lights, explosions
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| Your touch is an ocean in my head
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| It’s coming on, it’s running thin
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| I feel the fire in your hands
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| It’s a bright light at the end of the world
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| Your hot fire and your presence is heard
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| Tow me deeper still
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| Spread my skin and fill
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| All my bones with fire
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| I feel it coming on, coming into me
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| Like a flood, like a breath, like a melody
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| Your touch consumes my mind
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| I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
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| Lack a flame, like a drug, I know you realize
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| This was meant to be |