| Have you ever tried to create colors out of nothing
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| But leaves, sticks and two stones
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| You’ve got to breathe into it
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| But not too hard
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| To inspire that little spark
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| I’ve been working hard on this same failing fire
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| Where there’s a lot of smoke
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| A lot of smoke
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| What would you say if I told you
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| I’m giving up
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| No more air left in these lungs
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| You’d say, you’re not burnt out
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| You just can’t hold the flame
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| For long enough to make a difference
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| And I say, I get the feeling
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| You’re implying that I’m trying to quit
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| But I will do whatever, whenever I see fit
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| I’ve always been a motivated person with direction
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| And now I will direct you to the door
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| Cause I’ve been working hard on this same fleeting fire
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| And now I’m burning it down, oh burning it down
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| Burning it down, oh burning it down (x4) |