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Fire burning in my heart; Open up, let out the sparks. Fire rushing through my veins; Set the whole world ablaze. Few around because they've learned-- Get too close, you'll get burned. Fire rushes across the plain. Forest home goes down in flames. But I never did mind a little heat. It keeps me up and on my feet. Rejuvenates the earth it's scorched-- So light me up, I'll be the torch. They're so afraid of the destruction, For bridges burn when there's combustion. But something I have come to know: The best bridges are made of stone.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
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Fire burning in my heart; Open up, let out the sparks. Fire rushing through my veins; Set the whole world ablaze. Few around because they've learned-- Get too close, you'll get burned. Fire rushes across the plain. Forest home goes down in flames. But I never did mind a little heat. It keeps me up and on my feet. Rejuvenates the earth it's scorched-- So light me up, I'll be the torch. They're so afraid of the destruction, For bridges burn when there's combustion. But something I have come to know: The best bridges are made of stone.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
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