| My embers are starting to glow again
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| Flickering with the breath of a new wind
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| Buried in the ashes parts of me dead and gone
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| There’s beauty and hope in the Sunday morning dawn
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| I’m on the road to resurrection
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| My angels finally found me
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| You can almost feel the light
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| When you’re in the darkness drowning
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| And love is always, always that spark
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| And my heart
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| Is catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again
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| Catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again
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| Those mistakes I’m still not over
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| Battles with faith and getting older
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| Relentless midnight demons chase me with my sins
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| Forgiveness is the strength that’s letting me stand up to them
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| I’m on the road to resurrection
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| My angels finally found me
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| You can almost feel the light
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| When you’re in the darkness drowning
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| And love is always, always that spark
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| And my heart
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| Is catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again
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| Catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again
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| Oh we all need second chances, no matter who we are
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| And there’s nothing like the feeling, like the feeling and your heart
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| Is catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again
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| Catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again
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| Catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again
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| Catching fire, catching fire, catching fire again |