| I talk to the moon, I talk to the night
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| I talk to the bitterness outside
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| I talk about you, I talk about life
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| I talk 'bout the emptiness inside
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| I listen to Flume, I listen to Rice
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| I listen for guidance through the night
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| I’m singing a tune, I’m dying inside
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| I’m wondering where you are tonight
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| But does it even feel like fire at all
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| It’s something you can touch, can burn your soul
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| It doesn’t even feel like fire at all, at all
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| 'Cause if you feel nothing, you’ll hold nothing
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| And you’re happy not to feel the burns
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| But if you feel something, you’ll hold something
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| 'Cause you’re happy knowing fire is love
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| But if we’re cooling down, that fear
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| If we’re cooling down, that fear
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| That you’ll feel nothing, you’ll hold nothing
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| And you’re happy to be free from love
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| And free from me
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| I howl at the moon, I scream at the night
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| I fight with myself if you won’t fight
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| I cry over you, you get on with your life
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| You’re the topic of all the songs I write
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| But does it even feel like fire at all?
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| It’s something you can touch, can burn your soul |
| It doesn’t even feel like fire at all, at all
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| If you feel nothing, you’ll hold nothing
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| And you’re happy not to feel the burns
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| But if you feel something, you’ll hold something
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| 'Cause you’re happy knowing fire is love
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| But if we’re cooling down, that fear
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| But if we’re cooling down, that fear
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| That you’ll feel nothing, you’ll hold nothing
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| And you’re happy to be free from love
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| 'Cause you know, you know
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| That it feels like fire
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| 'Cause you know, you know
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| That it feels like fire
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| But does it even feel like fire at all?
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| It’s something you can touch, can burn your soul
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| It doesn’t even feel like fire at all, at all
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| If you feel nothing, you’ll hold nothing
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| And you’re happy not to feel the burns
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| But if you feel something, you’ll hold something
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| 'Cause you’re happy knowing fire is love
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| But if we’re cooling down, that fear
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| But if we’re cooling down, that fear
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| That you’ll feel nothing, you’ll hold nothing
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| And you’re happy to be free from love |