| Meet me in the wasteland, bullet in your chest
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| This could be our Graceland, sun setting down in the west
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| Better sweet than tasteless, bitter on my tongue
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| Bodies that are faceless, I know we could be the one
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| There’s a fire
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| Burning me up, fever won’t stop
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| This is my love
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| There’s a fire
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| Bubbling hot, molten like rock
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| This is my love, this is my love
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| Fighting on the frontline, now you’re in my sights
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| Caught up in the crossfire, we illuminate the night
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| Meet me in the wasteland, bullet in your chest
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| This could be our Graceland, where we’re laid to rest
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| There’s a fire
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| Burning me up, fever won’t stop
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| This is my love
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| There’s a fire
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| Bubbling hot, molten like rock
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| This is my love, this is my love
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| This is my fire, this my love
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| This is my fire, this is my love
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| This is my fire, this is my love
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| This is my fire, this is my love
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| There’s a fire
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| Burning me up, fever won’t stop
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| This is my love
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| There’s a fire
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| Bubbling hot, molten like rock
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| This is my love, this is my love
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| This is my love, this is my love |