Words and music by Roddy Frame
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I'm in love with everything
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That breaks the grip of caution
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On our getting up and leaving
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For a bigger day, still some say
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That all you need is money
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To be free from what is poor
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Well that's the lie of looking up
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From somewhere down.
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Chorus:
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Because the sun will show to testify
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That all the time between belongs to you and I,
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To be still on fire,
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And when the strongest words have all been used
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And all the new ones sound confused,
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To be still on fire.
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Somewhere in the middle
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We could see through all the people
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And be playing second fiddle
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And be feeling sore,
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Shown the door.
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To chase out all the child in you
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Is throwing out the baby for the
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Chance to make it easy to be more.
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Chorus
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Still On Fire
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Aztec Camera |