| The sky is clouded and grey like a mirror
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| Dreams of celestial bliss buried deep
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| An invisible web of whispers
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| Spread out over dead-end streets
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| Silently blessing the virtue of sleep
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| I’m still called by the fire
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| My spirit is called by the fire
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| Yes, I’m still called by the fire
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| Called by the fire
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| Eternally
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| The flickering light
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| The heat of the flame creates and devours
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| In my soul there is night
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| Every day I grow more immune to social sedatives
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| Every day the web is more transparent
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| United in fear and the comfort of reason
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| Illusions that we are all peers
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| Walking the stairs I am ever more awake
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| I’m still called by the fire
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| My spirit is called
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| Called by the fire
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| Yes, I’m still called by the fire
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| I’m still called by the fire
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| The black cloud is beneath me
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| And I laugh
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| I’m still called (Called by the fire)
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| Its beckoning my soul (Called by the fire)
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| Its calling, calling my name (Called by the fire)
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| Im still called by the fire |