| Started rubbing sticks together
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| Thought a spark would take forever
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| Ever dreamt this fire would appear
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| Moses saw the Bush in flames
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| And heard the branches speak his name
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| I wonder if he felt this kind of fear
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| 'Cause I’m burnin', I’m burnin'
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| And I know I’m gonna blister in these flames
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| But I’ll stay here 'til this smoke clears
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| And I’ll find you in the ashes that remain
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| Used to be that I could say
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| My faith was one arm’s length away
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| From any flame that ever felt too warm
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| Asked for matches but I received
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| A gallon full of gasoline
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| Now my cozy campfire days are gone
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| And I’m burnin', I’m burnin'
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| And I know I’m gonna blister in these flames
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| But I’ll stay here 'til this smoke clears
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| And I’ll find you in the ashes that remain
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| Knock with caution at the door
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| They said, «Beware of what you’re praying for»
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| So I’ll stand with my whole desire
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| In the middle of this forest fire
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| 'Till I’ve nothing left to show
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| And new life begins to grow
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| 'Cause I’m burnin' and I’m burnin'
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| And I know I’m gonna blister in these flames
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| But I’ll stay here 'til this smoke clears
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| I’ll find you in the ashes that remain, remain |