set it up
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burn it down
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and in vain the fires will erupt and surround
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but the pain inspires
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warming hands by the heat
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that i¡¯m doomed to repeat
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again and again
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beneath the spreading flame
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under the poison plume
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i always feel the same
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whenever these thoughts i assume
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you¡¯d better know your way though this
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you¡¯re choking on your every care
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just fi nd a way to breathe the thinning air
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it¡¯s a game
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it¡¯s a toss
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probably regret it
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it¡¯s the same
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at a loss
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and i still don¡¯t get it
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i think it¡¯s time now to show
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i¡¯ve moved on
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i¡¯ve let go
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can you feel it? can you keep it up?
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can you say it?
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or have you said enough?
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i think i¡¯ve found a way through this
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i¡¯m swallowing my every care
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and now i¡¯m breathing in a new days air
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