| We have to stop the fire
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| But you’re the one who lights it
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| Again and again and again and again
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| My lungs are both corrupted, nearly choked
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| And still I’m breathing through the smoke
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| But the box of matches in your backpack won’t get emptier
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| We have to stop the fire
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| But you’re the one who lights it
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| Again and again and again and again
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| Until it’s over
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| I’m feeling like your opposite
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| Contrast, colorless and you know
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| It’s not easy without you
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| I never thought it goes like that
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| Contrast, colorless and you know
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| It’s not easy without you
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| Your bones are fully bent and nearly broke
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| And I should leave you on your own
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| But the sounds of cracking necks and
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| Backs still keep me coming home
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| We have to stop the fire
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| But I’m the one who lights it
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| Again and again and again and again
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| Until it’s over I’ll stay, 'cause
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| I’m feeling like your opposite
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| Contrast, colorless and you know
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| It’s not easy without you
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| I never thought it goes like that
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| Contrast, colorless and you know
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| It’s not easy without you
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| Back up against the wall
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| Down on my knees
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| I screwed it up, but now
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| It’s way too late to leave
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| Back up against the wall
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| Down on my knees
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| I screwed it up, but now
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| It’s way too late to leave |