| Town cryer, village flyer
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| Got a skull and crossbones on his chest
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| And I can’t resist, when he looks like this
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| All his other girls, face on magazines
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| Big blue eyes, oh I don’t know what it means
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| No, what does he want from me?
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| We’re hanging in the bars
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| Running after cars to get home
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| Wishing on the stars, wonder what you are
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| I just don’t know, he’s beautiful
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| Maybe he shined a little more than me
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| No, it’s too much, burn my sun
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| Up in flames we go, you fire breather
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| Ash and dust on my door
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| Smoke rise, trying to survive inside your arms
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| Fire breather breathing the fire into
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| Fire breather, I’m trying to survive inside your arms
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| Flame thrower at the show
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| Make my heart melt in the middle of the room
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| No I can’t stay away
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| Now I’m begging you to stay, oh
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| Sitting through the days I’m wasting away till the weekends
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| Running on the green, through the sticks of the suburbs
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| I learnt, maybe you shined a little more than me
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| No, it’s too much, burn my sun
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| Up in flames we go, you fire breather
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| Ash and dust on my door
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| Smoke rise, trying to survive inside your arms
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| Fire breather breathing the fire into
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| Fire breather
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| Fire breather breathing the fire into
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| No, it’s too much, burn my sun
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| Up in flames we go, you fire breather
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| Ash and dust on my door
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| Smoke rise, trying to survive inside your arms |