| You’re the face that steals the scene
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| Am I mad to see that the sun dulls round you?
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| You’re as clear as kerosene
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| And if I shone, would you engulf that spark too
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| In red and gold and in blue?
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| I’m striking the matches
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| I’m cutting with light
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| I silence the doubts of my haunting choir
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| I’ll show you love if it takes all night
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| Give yourself to fire
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| We’ll be pulling the roof down
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| And peeling the paint
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| I’ll be ablaze as long as you require
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| I’ve got the patience of a saint
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| Give yourself to fire
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| A squad of trucks surrounds your home
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| And together we will endure their loud rain
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| For the loudest call I’ve known kindles on your lips
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| The cold world can’t contain
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| So don’t you climb that ladder down
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| Stay here with me where it’s warm and well lit
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| And though this house will fall to ground
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| The smoke that you and I become will never split
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| In one love we’ll forever transmit
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| So I’m striking the matches
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| I’m cutting with light
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| I silence the doubts of my haunting choir
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| I’ll show you love if it takes all night
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| Give yourself to fire
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| We’ll be pulling the roof down
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| And peeling the paint
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| I’ll be ablaze as long as you require
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| I’ve got the patience of a saint
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| Give yourself to fire
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| See the world erupt in white
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| We are dawn unto the night
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| I’m striking the matches
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| I’m cutting with light
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| I silence the doubts of my haunting choir
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| I’ll show you love if it takes all night
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| Give yourself to fire
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| We’ll be pulling the roof down
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| And peeling the paint
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| I’ll be ablaze as long as you require
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| 'Cause I’ve got the blessing of the saints
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| Give yourself to fire
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| Give yourself to fire
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| Give yourself to fire |