| There’s a fire every night that shakes me from my sleep
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| Puts a trouble, puts a fright into the corners of my dreams
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| It’s not the bats biting ankle to neck that kick me from my bed
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| But this strange premonition sending sparks through my head
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| There’s a fever every night, 60,000 degrees
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| Takes a torch to my mind, incinerates my dreams
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| It’s not the death knell ringing round the clock that’s giving me fits
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| But this sick sinking feeling turning my head to tricks
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| When it wraps you in its arms, holds you like a hex
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| Do you confess love is best?
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| When it spins a web around your sweet and tender neck
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| Do you confess love is best?
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| When it climbs into your thoughts, a thief upon the cross
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| Do you confess love is best?
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| When the tears like acid rain fill your eyes with doubt and pain
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| Do you confess love is best?
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| When it calls your name, holds your fingers to the flame
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| Do you confess love is best?
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| When it sees through all your plans, a vile hologram
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| Do you confess love is best?
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| What lesson did you learn that shined above the rest?
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| One, my son: love is best
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| Only one, my son: love is best |