It might be you, it might be me
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It might be only one to agree
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But I could swear
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It's getting colder in this room
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We just don't seem to care to touch
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We just don't want to share that much
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But, darling, every fire needs something
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To come soon
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We've got to feed this fire
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We've got to fan this flame
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If this love burns out
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We've got ourselves to blame
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We've got to stoke these coal
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Until they glow red hot
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We've got to feed this fire
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With everything we've got
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Have you forgotten about the snow?
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How hard that winter wind could blow?
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Back when our cold and hungry hearts
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Were on the street
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So let us swear then, you and I
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To never let this fire die
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Until these hearts have turned to ashes
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In the heat
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We've got to feed this fire
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We've got to fan this flame
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If this love burns out
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We've got ourselves to blame
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We've got to stoke these coal
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Until they glow red hot
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We've got to feed this fire
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With everything we've got
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We've got to feed this fire
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We've got to fan this flame
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If this love burns out
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We've got ourselves to blame
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We've got to stoke these coal
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Until they glow red hot
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We've got to feed this fire
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With everything we've got
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We've got to feed this fire
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With everything we've got
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Feed This Fire
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| Anne Murray |
