| The light flares red at the end of the hall
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| We’re in a ring of fire
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| She pants for breath on the canopy bed
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| This house is like a pyre
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| The windows burst, the mob yells loud
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| Down on the lane
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| The fumes soaks in through the crack of the door
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| And sea breeze fans the flames
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| But she says, «Hey, if this is the end, kiss me amongst the fiery glow
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| If this is the end, kiss me before it’s time to go»
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| She says, «Thank you for your faith and thank you for your love»
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| If this is the end, if this is the end
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| The light flares red at the end of the hall
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| There’s no escape from here
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| The floorboards glow and the timbers creak
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| But she is free from fear
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| In the quivering light, I see her smile
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| She’s lyin' in my arms
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| The fume soaks in and a funeral song
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| Is playin' in our hearts
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| But she goes, «Hey, if this is the end, kiss me amongst the fiery glow
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| If this is the end, kiss me before it’s time to go»
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| She says, «Thank you for your faith and thank you for your love»
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| If this is the end, if this is the end
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| If this is the end, kiss me amongst the fiery glow
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| If this is the end, kiss me before it’s time to go
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| She says, «Thank you for your faith and thank you for your love»
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| If this is the end, if this is the end
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| If this is the end
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| If this is the end
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| If this is the end |