| The air is visible around you, rising up
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| And off your lips in slow currents, and I watch
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| As your face is framed in its slow currents, drifting curls
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| A trailin' path, a long draft becomes a tress of blue ash
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| If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
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| Burn as brightly as we can
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| And if it’s got to end then let it end in flames
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| Let it burn all the way down
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| The air is visceral around us
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| Turning in its simple steps on slow currents
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| And I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion
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| A long drag becomes a slow dance in a halo of ember
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| If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
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| Burn as brightly as we can
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| And if it’s got to end then let it end in flames
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| Let it burn all the way down
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| All the way down
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| And if this is ever meant to end
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| Then I hope it ends where it began
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| So hot with love, we burned our hands
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| If this is ever meant to end
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| Then I hope it ends where it began
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| So hot with love, it burns our hands
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| If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
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| Burn as brightly as we can
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| And if it’s got to end then let it end in flames
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| Let it burn
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| (Let it burn)
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| If it’s got to end
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| (Let it burn)
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| If it’s got to end
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| (Let it burn)
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| It ends where it began
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| So hot with love, it burns our hands |