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You're a breath of fresh air in a burning house |
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I'm the fire and the flames that you can't put out |
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There's no sense in trying you ain't getting nowhere |
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You're the saviour that they spoke of you're a glimmer of hope |
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I'm the dust on the dirt when you start to choke |
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There's no sense in trying you ain't getting nowhere |
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It must get worse |
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Before it gets better |
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Now they've found her purse |
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And a letter |
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Have you seen |
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My little sister |
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Tonight |
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She's sublime |
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Where have you been |
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My little sister |
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Tonight |
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She's sublime |
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You're the very last second of a century |
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I'm the flowers in the park that the blind can't see |
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There's no sense in trying you aint getting nowhere |
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You're a breath of fresh air |
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In a burning house |
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I'm the fire in the flames that you can't put out |
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There's no sense in trying you aint getting nowhere |
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I'm at the end |
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Of my tether |
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Yeah it's like a curse |
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Only better |
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Chorus |