(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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When you set a match to your heart, fueling it with bitterness and doubt
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That's the place that once it starts, no amount of tears can put out
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I know you're scared, but no one's spared when you play with matches
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You got me walking through fire
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You got me walking through fire
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Maybe you've been burned by lovers, maybe you've been scarred by the pain
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But baby, I'm not like the others, drawing moths to a flame
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Spite is like a spark, crackling in the dark, consuming all it catches
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And you got me walking through fire
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You got me walking through fire to get to you
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Got me walking through fire (walking through fire)
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You got me walking through fire (walking through fire)
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You can see the toll it's taking, you can feel the faith it's shaking
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You can hear the heart it's breaking now
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Baby, I've been burned by the fever, I've been scorched by desire
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But baby, I am not your deceiver or your eloquent liar
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Your jealous heart is tearing us apart, turning love to ashes
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When you got me walking through fire
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You've got me walking through fire to get to you
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Got me walking through fire
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You've got me walking through fire
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You've got me walking through fire (walking through fire)
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You've got me walking through fire (walking through fire)
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As the flames shoot higher
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You got me walking through fire (through fire), walking
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Walking Through The Fire
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
