| Chasing down a wild fire
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| Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me?
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| You want to get high?
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| You overcome those desires, before you come to me
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| I think your mama’s kinda sad
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| And your papa’s kinda mean
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| I can take that all away
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| You can stop playing it out on me
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| Me, me
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| She keeps a pen behind her ear
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| In case she’s got something she really really needs to say
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| She puts it in a notepad
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| She’s gonna write a book someday
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| Of course the only part that I want to read
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| Is about her time spent with me
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| Wouldn’t you die to know how you’re seen
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| Are you getting away with who you’re trying to be?
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| Trying, trying to be
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| Of course there’s things upon the Earth
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| That we must really try to defend
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| A lonely beast, a kind heart
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| Something weak and on trend
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| I’d do it all for her for free
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| I need nothing back for me
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| There no sweeter deed may be
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| Than to love something enough to want to help it get free
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| Free, free
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| Is there something on her mind?
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| Something she needs to get by?
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| Do you cry sometimes?
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| Do you cry sometimes?
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| You always say you love me most
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| When I don’t know I’m being seen
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| Well maybe someday when God takes me away
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| I’ll understand what the fuck that means
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| I just know your mama’s kinda sad
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| And your papa’s kinda mean
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| I can take it all away
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| You can stop playing that shit out on me
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| Me, me
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| Is there something on your mind?
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| Something you need to get by?
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| Do you cry sometimes?
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| Do you cry sometimes?
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| I know your mama’s kinda sad
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| I know your papa’s kinda mean
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| I would take it all away
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| You can stop playing that shit out on me
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| Me, me |