| Repeat like the beat of a a dance floor
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| hold out for the grace of a discord
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| there’s a signal flare flying high in the air
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| right above where the survivors float
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| but the rescuers are scoutin' different skies
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| debris scatters the lingerin' smoke
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| the expensive secrets, the more casualties
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| Though currents may cross they have yet to intersect for me
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| Woa woa woa woa
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| I’m a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot
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| your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes
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| I am ash I am embers in a moments time
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| You were cold, You move close but i can’t
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| I’m a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot
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| your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes
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| I am ash I am embers in a moments time
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| you were cold, you move close but i can’t
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| be far from that day like a plant i will come from the grave
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| like the head of a baptist removed and served up on a plate
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| Oh it’s midnight or noon but no other hour of feast or famine I starve and
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| devour
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| the contrast its seeped in and the moment has passed
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| the pendulum stops at extremes and just swings through the rest |