| Playing with fire
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| As the room fills up with smoke
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| It’s my burning desire
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| To fix what isn’t broke
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| Now tell me I’m wrong again
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| I was left to my own devices
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| Thought I found a friend
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| Smoke and mirrors made me lightning
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| It’s all on me for you
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| It’s all I ever wanted to do
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| And I wouldn’t change a thing
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| Loving you is like holding smoke
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| The counters dry, become a joke
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| I can’t stop wanting you
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| And all these things that you do
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| You’re like an anchor on my soul
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| The fear of death running through my bones
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| It’s so cool wind of you
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| I’m holding onto something new
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| Now tell me I’m wrong again
|
| I was left to my own devices
|
| Thought I found a friend
|
| Smoke and mirrors made me lightning
|
| It’s all on me for you
|
| It’s all I ever wanted to do
|
| And I wouldn’t change a thing
|
| Loving you is like holding smoke
|
| The counters dry, become a joke
|
| I can’t stop wanting you
|
| And all these things that you do
|
| You’re like an anchor on my soul
|
| The fear of death running through my bones
|
| It’s so cool wind of you
|
| I’m holding onto something new |