| Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me.
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| Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; |
| it finally surrounds me.
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| There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury.
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| There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry.
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| Oh, I am a flame; |
| feel it touch my heart.
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| And down at my core is the hottest part.
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| I can run without fear.
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| If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite.
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| Oh, a blanket then I’ll wrap around me; |
| I keep myself so close to my sight.
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| No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea.
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| 'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me.
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| Chorus
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| It is burning.
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| It is burning.
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| You can trust me; |
| we can laugh. |
| Together we can share our sorrow.
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| I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow.
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| Gypsy woman said to me, «One thing you must bear in your mind:
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| You are young and you are free, but damned if you’re deceased in your own
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| lifetime.»
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| Oh, you have a flame; |
| feel it in your heart.
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| And down at the core is the hottest part.
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| We can run without fear.
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| It is burning.
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| It is burning. |