| There’s light at the end of this tunnel
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| Where I hope you’ll be waiting
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| It’s growing ever brighter
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| I’ll never stop chasing you down!
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| I can taste the smoke in the air
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| But you always slip right through my fingers
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| Learning to look but never to touch
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| I guess it’s just bad luck
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| Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play
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| All you’re left with is burnt fingers;
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| Black cinders in the palm of your hands
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| You’ll always be the place I call home
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| Warming the coldest of rooms, I know I’m not alone
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| The thought of you keeps me warm!
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| In the coldest of weather
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| You always leave me in the dark
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| If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?
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| Tempting men to fuel the fire
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| Boiling their blood, like you knew you would
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| You always leave me in the dark
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| If I can feel the spark, then why can’t you?
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| Tempting men to fuel the fire
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| Boiling their blood, like you knew you would
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| Catching flames, is such a dangerous game to play!
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| All you’re left with is burnt fingers;
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| Black cinders in the palm of your hands! |