| After the flames
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| When the fields are cold
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| And after the pain
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| When the heart is gold
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| You will find a brand new day
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| With the birds upon the wire
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| And all you really had to pay
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| Was the price of the fire
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| And in our younger days
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| You could say we were wild
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| In our hungry ways
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| The safety lines were filed
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| We were running on the rims
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| We were burning out the tires
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| And all we really had to pay
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| Was the price of the fire
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| Oh, all we really had to pay
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| Was the price of the fire
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| And the breakers of hearts
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| They don’t escape pain
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| And you know when it starts
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| As you dive into the flames
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| And there’s a voice that tells you run
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| But you call the voice a liar
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| For all you really had to pay
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| All you really had to pay
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| Was the price of the fire
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| Was the price of the fire |