| She’s a little explosion of hope
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| Never turns the lights down low, she can go there if you want to though
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| There are no markings on her country roads
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| No signs that show the way back home
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| When you get there you won’t wanna go
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| I’ve frozen all my desire
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| Covered up in virgin snow
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| But when I stand beside her
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| She burns yeah she burns
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| Like petrol soaked paper and fireworks
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| And I’m burning yeah I’m burning
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| I’m burning so deep that just breathing hurts
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| I’m melting darling, I can’t let go
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| She likes to lay under the covers though
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| Pretending everywhere’s our home
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| Keeps me warm right to my very soul
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| We get so tangled up its hard to know
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| What is hers and what’s my own
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| Vines at the bottom of an olive grove
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| I’ve frozen all my desire
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| Covered up in virgin snow
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| But when I stand beside her
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| She burns yeah she burns
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| Like petrol soaked paper and fireworks
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| And I’m burning yeah I’m burning
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| I’m burning so deep that just breathing hurts
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| I’m melting darling, I can’t let go
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| I’m melting darling, I can’t let go
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| I’m melting darling, I can’t let go |