| The fire is coming again
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| The ice, it covers my head
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| I try to talk, but it burns at my lips
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| It knows all of the hiding places where I live
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| It knows all the excuses that I have to give
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| The night is for lovers and friends
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| And I put myself right in
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| Covered in roses that prick at my skin
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| I invite you to play, I invite you to win
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| I invite you to take from me all that’s shining
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| I’m looking out that long tunnel light
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| I can see my reflection in the stars, in the sky
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| I could leave you for heaven, I could leave you tonight
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| But we always believed what we saw with our eyes
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| And the colors, they keep on falling into mine
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| Oh, the sirens' call
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| Their song so warm and light
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| Below their feet we lie
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| My voice sounds hollow and thin
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| I’ve grown tired of the way I pretend
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| So dress me in fabrics that sparkle and shine
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| Because the lights, they went out in the tunnel tonight
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| And the stories you tell sound like birds when they fly |