drive by my house late at night
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you can see from the freeway above
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no silhouette, but a light left on
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burning there for love
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smoke is rising from the fire
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coming out my back door
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i'm inside, sound asleep
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cigarette on the floor
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burning there for love
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well i can still remember
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a couple of years ago
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when the smoke and flame called my name
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it was a burning house of love
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that rusty nail over our front door
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is where i hung our tears in the rain
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i threw that horseshoe into the weeds
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to see what luck can bring
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cause you're in your bed, i'm in mine
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on either side of town
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i think i might take a ride
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and burn your love house down
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like a burning house of love
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Burning House Of Love
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