| I think I’ll go down in flames
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| Wouldn’t ask you to join me
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| 'Cause that would be insane, it you could warm your hands
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| Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me
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| They will come from miles away
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| 'Cause it’s cold outside
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| And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet
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| What better time and place than here?
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| 'Cause you’ve become a fire in me
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| Ever since you turned eighteen girl
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| And then you said that love was
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| Just some sort of passing thing
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| You’ve become a fire in me
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| Ever since you turned eighteen,
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| And the cold ain’t so cold
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| When you hold yourself to me
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| They will come from miles away
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| In your honor
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| In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats
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| Oh they’ve been waiting for this for years
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| You can see it in their eyes
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| There’s a fire there
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| But it’s not that I’m on fire but it’s deep inside
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| They jump into the peppered sky
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| 'Cause you’ve become a fire in me
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| Ever since you turned eighteen girl
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| And then you said that love was
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| Just some sort of passing thing
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| You’ve become a fire in me
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| Ever since you turned eighteen
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| And the cold ain’t so cold
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| When you hold yourself to me
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| You, you can see it in their eyes
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| They’re afraid that they’ll catch fire
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| They’re filled, they’re filled with gasoline
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| Because it’s what my heart desires
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| All these little birds, are chirping in their homes
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| Twenty feet above us they’re where all footprints are heard
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| You’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that
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| We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs
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| And you’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that
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| We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs
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| Yeah you’re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that
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| We’re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs |