I strike a match and the heat will rise
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Spark the flint upon the aerosol
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Up with the heat
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I lift from this place, I feel it
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Lift the paper, turn the page
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So if I get lost in this moment
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it's for the sake of feeling alive
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Kiss a world goodbye tonight
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It ventilates me, inflitrates these body parts
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I love this pain too much
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Just hold on, sit back and watch
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My bruises collect one by one
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You call this a reason to live?
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Seems like a reason to die
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What if I fall in love tonight?
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Feel something alive?
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You are what shapes me
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It's what I hold inside
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that makes me who I am
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You are the force which shapes me
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Precious
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| The Program |
