Soaked up in gasoline,
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I know I shouldn¨t but I¨m playing with fire,
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God knows where I¨ve been,
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it has been a struggle and I sure I feel tired.
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Try to walk away,
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but then you begging me to stay.
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What do I gain, playing this game.
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It seems like I¨m addicted to whatever hell you put me through.
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The spinning in your mind, just means your playing with fire.
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It's blowing all your kind, but you're a notorious liar.
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Try to keep it low, but then you wake my desire. ・・・・..No won't let me go you got me wrapped up in wire.
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You¨re sleeping with someone else,
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I¨m know for sure cause I read it in a letter. I keep on fooling myself ,
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like you will change into something better,
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I try to walk away, but then you're begging me to stay,
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it¨s all in vain. I¨m on to your game.
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It seems like I¨m addicted to whatever hell you put me through.
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The spinning in your mind,
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just means you're playing with fire.
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It's knowing all your kind, but you're a notorious liar.
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Try to keep it low,
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but then you wake my desire. ・・・・..No, won't let me go
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you got me wrapped up in wire.
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・・・..
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I keep on playing with fire
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I try to keep it low,
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Why do you play with my fire
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You burn me out
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・・・..
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I keep on playing with fire
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I try to keep it low
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Why do you play with my fire
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You burn me out
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Try to keep it low, but then you wake my desire. ・・・・..
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you got me wrapped up in wire.
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Playing With Fire
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| Ana Johnsson |
