| You can’t hide
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| They want your soul
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| They want your light
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| They sense you’re cold
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| I’m imaging the night
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| All my summers are cold
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| My bones were thin
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| Lightning in my balls
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| My eyes adjust to the dark (dark, dark, dark)
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| While I dance in the snow
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| Raise my pistol to God
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| And watch my whores turn gold
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
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| I need the f-
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| Open up
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| Fill my lies
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| With water, creepers
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| Watching me drown
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| Save me (save me, save me, save me)
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| From myself
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| Floor it in my yellow
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| The devil lost you
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| Orange never stay long
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| The angel in you
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| My eyes adjust to the bright light
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| Warm months of burning in the night, die
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
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| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire)
|
| I need the fire (fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire)
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| You can’t hide
|
| They want your soul
|
| They want your light
|
| They sense you’re cold
|
| I’m imaging the night
|
| All my summers are cold
|
| My bones were thin
|
| Lightning in my balls
|
| My eyes adjust to the dark (dark, dark, dark) |