| You Let My Love Get Cold |
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| Don’t let my love grow cold |
| I’m calling out, light the fire again |
| Don’t let my vision die |
| I’m calling out, light the fire again |
| You know my heart, my deeds |
| I’m calling out, light the fire again |
| I need your discipline |
| I’m calling out, light the fire again |
| I am here to buy gold |
| refined in the fire |
| Naked and poor, |
| wretched and blind I come |
| Clothe me in white |
| So I won’t be ashamed |
| Lord, light the fire again |
