Beautiful burning desire.
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(Verse)
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Don’t dance there, that’s my husband’s spot
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He danced upon that spot three hundred hours ago.
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And made a tower for the funeral fire
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Until I’m gonna say you cut two away,
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Run, run, run away.
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I’d better run into the woods behind the wooding hall,
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And drink whiskey just two away,
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Run, run, run away.
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(Chorus)
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Beautiful burning desire, shall we turn the tools.
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(Bridge)
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You’re gonna run away,
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You’re gonna run away,
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You’re gonna run away,
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You’re gonna run away…
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Don’t you run away,
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Don’t you run away,
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You’re gonna run away,
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Don’t you run away,
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You’re gonna run away,
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You’re gonna run away…
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I don’t feel so well,
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I don’t feel so well,
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I don’t feel so well,
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I don’t feel so well.
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Beautiful Burning Desire
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| Blackout Beach |
