| Where’s the fire?
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| Where’s the burn?
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| Too far now to return
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| Where’s the passion?
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| Where’s the heat?
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| Stronger now but not complete
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| I’m burning like the cactus in the desert
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| I’m burning like the dog in the summer street
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| I’m open 24/7
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| It’s taking its toll on me
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| I’m the smoke that gladly blows your way
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| I’m the voice with a melody of pain
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| I’m the gravity shifting your position
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| They want hell
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| I’m here to grant their wishes
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| Better people than you or I
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| Have lost that spark for life
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| I’m the thoughts you keep pushing back there
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| I’m the secrets you never want to tell
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| I’m the loss that finally sinks in
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| I’m the guts that you want to spill
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| Where’s the fire?
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| Where’s the burn?
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| Too far now to return
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| Where’s the passion?
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| Where’s the heat?
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| Stronger now but not complete
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| I’m burning like that endless desire
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| I’m burning like hope and poverty
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| I’m burning like the pen in my hand
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| Writing words I don’t want to read
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| I’m burning like the cactus in the desert
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| I’m burning like the dog in the summer street
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| I’m open 24/7
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| It’s taking its toll on me
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| I’m burning without a chance |