| Drive by my house late at night
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| You can see from the freeway above
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| No silhouette, but a light left on
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| Burning there for love
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| Smoke is rising from the fire
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| Coming out my back door
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| I’m inside, sound asleep
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| Cigarette on the floor
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| Burning there for love
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| Well I can still remember
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| A couple of years ago
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| When the smoke and flame called my name
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| It was a burning house of love
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| Yeah, a burning house of love
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| A burning house of love
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| Burning house of love
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| Burning house of love
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| That rusty nail over our front door
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| Is where I hung our tears in the rain
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| I threw that horseshoe into the weeds
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| To see what luck can bring
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| To see what luck can bring
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| Now you’re in your bed, and I’m in mine
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| On either side of town
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| I think I might take a ride
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| And burn your love house down
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| Like a burning house of love
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| Burning house of love
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| Well I can still remember
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| A couple of years ago
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| When the smoke and flame called my name
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| It was a burning house of love
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| Yeah, a burning house of love
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| A burning house of love
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| Burning house of love
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| Burning house of love |