We call them cool
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Those hearts that have no scars to show
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The ones that never do let go
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And risk the tables being turned
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We call them fools
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Who have to dance within the flame
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Who chance the sorrow and the shame
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That always comes with getting burned
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But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
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'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
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We call them strong
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Those who can face this world alone
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Who seem to get by on their own
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Those who will never take the fall
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We call them weak
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Who are unable to resist
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The slightest chance love might exist
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And for that forsake it all
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They're so hell-bent on giving,walking a wire
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Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
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Standing outside the fire
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Standing outside the fire
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Life is not tried, it is merely survived
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If you're standing outside the fire
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There's this love that is burning
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Deep in my soul
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Constantly yearning to get out of control
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Wanting to fly higher and higher
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I can't abide
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Standing outside the fire
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Standing outside the fire
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Standing outside the fire
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Life is not tried, it is merely survived
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If you're standing outside the fire
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Standing outside the fire
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Standing outside the fire
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Life is not tried, it is merely survived
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If you're standing outside the fire
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Standing Outside The Fire
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Garth Brooks |