| The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips in slow currents
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| And i watch as your face is framed in its slow currents
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| Drifting curls a trailing path
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| A long drag becomes a dress of blue and 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 its gotta end then let it end in flames
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| Let it burn all the way down
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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 its gotta end then let it end in flames
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| Let it burn all the way down, all the way down
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| And if this is ever meant to end, 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, 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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| If its gotta end then let it end in flames
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| Let it burn, let it burn
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| If its gotta end let it burn
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| If its gotta end let it burn
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| It ends where it began, so hot with love, it burns our hands |