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thought i was different and it seems i´m just the same
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as a game i put my hand over the flame
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i thought i was smarter as i flew into the sun
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but it turned out the way it does with everyone
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oh, oh
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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burnin´, fallin´ down so many times before
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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i love the heat i love the things that i forgot
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i love the strings that tie me down and cut me off
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i was a king, i was a moth with painted wings made of cloth
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when did the flame burn so high and get so hot?
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oh, oh
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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burnin´, fallin´ down so many times before
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i don´t fly around, fly around
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fly around
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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burnin´, fallin´ down so many times before
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i won´t fly around, fly around
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i won´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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i don´t fly around you´re fire anymore
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burnin´, fallin´ down so many times before
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i don´t fly around, fly around
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oh
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fly around, oh
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Moth
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| Audioslave |
