Some say love is a burning thing
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That it makes a fiery ring
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Oh but I know love as a fading thing
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Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
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See, honey, I saw love,
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You see it came to me
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It puts its face up to my face so I could see
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Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
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Into something I am not recognizing.
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See the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
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I will not open myself up this way again
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Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
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I will not lay like this for days now upon end
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You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
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To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands
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You see the cage it called. I said, "Come on in!"
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I will not open myself this way again.
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You see the moon is bright in that treetop night
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I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light
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I might fear I go and my heart is white
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And we race right out on the desert plains all night
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So honey I am now, some broken thing
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I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here
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Now my heart is gold, my feet are right
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And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night.
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So some say love is a burning thing
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That it makes a fiery ring
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All that I know love as a caging thing
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Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
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And all you folks, you come to see
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You just to stand there in the glass looking at me
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But my heart is wild, and my bones are steel
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And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
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Song For Zula
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