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He holds me close As the flames capture our legs I should be scared but all I feel Is the love for you You call me your bluebird I call you the flame I sing for you You burn everything to the ground And we feel alive
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Arsonist's Bird
He holds me close As the flames capture our legs I should be scared but all I feel Is the love for you You call me your bluebird I call you the flame I sing for you You burn everything to the ground And we feel alive
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
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