| I want a fire that could burn me clean
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| Light the sky with my black-eyed dreams
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| And let my soul fly
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| And let my soul fly
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| I want a fire burning down the door
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| Let the wounds of my embers soar
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| And let my soul fly
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| And let my soul fly
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| Let it go
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| Yeah, let it go
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| Pavement beneath my feet
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| I watch the white lines fly
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| Nothing between us here but the black blue sky
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| Suspended up in the air, like a still life
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| Yeah, we’re suspended up into the air, like a still life
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean
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| And let my soul fly
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| And let my soul fly
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| Pavement beneath my feet
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| I watch the white lines fly
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| I want a fire that could burn me clean
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| I want a fire that could burn me clean
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| And let it go |