| When we kissed last night I knew the story
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| It’s the same old, same old song
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| We battled for the passion and the glory
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| But we loved too long
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| When the new wears off, the weak ones fade
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| Some whore moves in for the kill
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| I could hear her thunder in the love we made
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| I can hear it still
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| It was singing in your veins, every time you touched me
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| It was written on your face when you said that you loved me
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| You’ve been stealing fire
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| You’ve been bringing it home
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| Stoking the coals of desire
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| Stolen fire — I might have burned as bright
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| But I could not hold a candle to that light
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| Of stolen fire
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| Was she all that good? |
| Was I all that bad?
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| Did you have to take notes in the dark?
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| Have you taught her how to do all the things that I taught you?
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| Did our years leave a mark?
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| I know it’s not cool to be angry. |
| I know it’s so nineties to care
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| But she ate from off my table. |
| She was treated like a sister
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| Thought I knew her well — but you knew her better
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| You’ve been stealing fire
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| You’ve been bringing it home
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| Stoking the coals of desire
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| Stolen fire — I might have burned as bright
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| But I could not hold a candle to that light
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| Of stolen fire
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| Shine on — live your life as lovers
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| Baby I’m gone. |
| Who knows what I’ll discover?
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| As the years get born, and your circles never close
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| You will find some thorns in that innocent rose
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| And you will pluck out her heart
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| And she’ll know what I’m feeling
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| 'Cause old habits die hard, and
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| You’ll be stealing fire
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| You’ll be bringing it home
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| Stoking the coals of desire
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| Stolen fire — she thinks she burns that bright
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| But she can’t hold a candle to that light
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| No she’ll never hold a candle… to that light |