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Daddy I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry
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Cause there ain't nothing you can do to change my mind
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I'm not here to know the things I cannot do
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We've seen the outcome of the boys who didn't fly
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That road outside that you've been taking home forever
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That'll be the same road that I take when I depart
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Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together
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May twist and turn but somewhere deep there is a heart
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Playing with fire
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You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
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And you're out on the wire
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You know you're playing with fire
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Perhaps this calling is the channel of invention
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I will not blush if others see it as a crime
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However dangerous the road, however distant
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These things won't compromise the will of the design
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Ten thousand demons hammer down with every footstep
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Ten thousand angels rush the wind against my back
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This church of mine may not be recognised by steeple
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But that doesn't mean that I will walk without a God
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Rolling River of Truth, can you spare me a sip?
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The Holy fountain of youth has been reduced to a drip
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I've got this burning belief in salvation and love
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This notion may be naive, but when push comes to shove
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I will till this ground
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You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
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(oh, oh, oh ....)
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Out on the wire
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And I might not get there
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But this little town, this little house,
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They seem to be leaning in the wrong direction
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I'm not afraid of you no more (oh-oh, oh-oh, ...)
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Playing with fire
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You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
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And you're out on the wire
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You know you're playing with fire
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(Oh-oh, oh-oh, ...)
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Playing With Fire
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Brandon Flowers |