| I can see the friction
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| Atoms making fire
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| It’s easy enough to let it all go wrong
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| But don’t you think its warmer
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| With your finger against the lighter
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| I’m nervous to feel the heat come over me
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| Don’t you worry mother
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| I don’t need a filter
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| A fragrant cloud of smoke
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| fills in my lungs
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| I’m ashamed to call you over
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| In a child like manner
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| It’s easy enough to let yourself go wrong
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| As these young lips, they burn
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| It’s all lost in time
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| Can your hear me when I’m crying
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| Can you hear me through the fire
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| Can your hear me when I’m crying
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| when I’m crying
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| Darkness in the hour
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| When the sun gives up its power
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| Like the wind giving
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| The dust begins to fall
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| Its in this place that I found
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| That will laugh until we’re tired
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| As we celebrate the ash from which we born
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| I’m loosing half my weight
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| It’s all lost in time
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| I’m fine inside the fire
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| I’m laughing when I’m crying
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| There is joy inside the fire
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| I have hope inside the fire
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| Can you hear me when I’m crying
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| Can you hear me when I’m crying
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| Can you hear me when I’m crying
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| There is hope inside the fire
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| I have hope inside the fire |