| A small flame, is what we got
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| It doesn’t warm us, but I like it a lot
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| A small flame, is what we got
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| It doesn’t warm us, but I like it a lot
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| Small flame
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| See you burning my way
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| You talk big game
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| Are you here to stay?
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| If you need space you can tell me
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| I’ll be here when you’re ready
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| If my pride don’t get in the way
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| Cause we both from different planets
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| And it gets so hard to manage
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| There’s a lot I feel that I can’t say
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| But the feel, is enough, to keep me coming back
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| It run deep, I don’t know how to act
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| We’re from different rains
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| Need different winds
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| Need different soil
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| But I like not being able to tell
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| Where I end and you begin
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| In all the rubble from this
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| Small flame, its what we got
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| It doesn’t warm us, but I like it a lot
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| A small flame, is what we got
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| It doesn’t warm us, but I like it a lot
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| Been rubbed the wrong way by you so
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| Been rubbed the right way by you more
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| I hate myself when I act out
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| Then again when I give in
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| Can’t tell you what that’s all about
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| But prepare for stormy weather
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| When I can’t keep it together
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| You don’t do no better when you shout
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| It’s a new moon, for me and you
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| I say the same thing, about every week or two
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| I mean, Scorpio and Cancer, can’t get no better
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| Though you got Libra in you too
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| Somehow we’re either flickering or combustible
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| Can’t tell if I need gasoline or Co2 for this
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| Small flame, it’s what we got
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| It doesn’t warm us, but I like it a lot
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| A small flame, is what we got
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| It doesn’t warm us, but I like it a lot |