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Falling, falling |
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The sun is burning black. |
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Falling, falling |
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It's beating on my back, |
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With the fire. |
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Falling, falling |
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And the moon is running red. |
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It's pulling me instead, with the fire. |
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Fire. |
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but there's a fire inside. |
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I'm falling over. |
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There's a fire in me. |
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And I call out. |
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And I feel some fire. |
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I'm calling out. |
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The stars are falling down. |
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They knock me to the ground. |
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With the fire, fire. |
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And there's a fire inside. |
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When I'm falling over, |
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There's a fire in me. |
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When I call out, |
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There's a fire inside. |
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When I'm falling over, |
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I feel the fire. |
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I'm burning fire, falling. |