Love, where is your fire? I've been sitting here smoking away
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making signals with sticks and odd ends and bits, but there's no sign of a flame
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Imposters have been passing, offering good-feeling glow
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but I'm holding out for waht you are about - an inferno that burns to the bone
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some urge me to be temperate, lukewarm will never do
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[CHORUS]
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'Cos I, I wana (know I'll) blaze with you
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So i'm holding my heart out to you
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Holding my heart out
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So I stand, handing out torches
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speaking words that are lamps to their feet
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Til the tine when you come an I'm whole and we are one and the fire in me is complete
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Some tell me to be moderate but lukewarm will never do
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[CHORUS]
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[BRIDGE]
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Then a doubt comes to lie at the back of my mind
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That I'll offer you me and you'll politely decline (no thank you)
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So i hasten to mute it, I'll shout and rebuke it - "away!"
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Love, Where Is Your Fire?
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Brooke Fraser |