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It might be you, it might be me |
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It might be only one to agree |
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But I could swear |
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It's getting colder in this room |
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We just don't seem to care to touch |
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We just don't want to share that much |
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But, darling, every fire needs something |
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To come soon |
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We've got to feed this fire |
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We've got to fan this flame |
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If this love burns out |
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We've got ourselves to blame |
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We've got to stoke these coal |
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Until they glow red hot |
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We've got to feed this fire |
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With everything we've got |
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Have you forgotten about the snow? |
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How hard that winter wind could blow? |
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Back when our cold and hungry hearts |
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Were on the street |
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So let us swear then, you and I |
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To never let this fire die |
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Until these hearts have turned to ashes |
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In the heat |
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We've got to feed this fire |
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We've got to fan this flame |
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If this love burns out |
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We've got ourselves to blame |
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We've got to stoke these coal |
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Until they glow red hot |
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We've got to feed this fire |
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With everything we've got |
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We've got to feed this fire |
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We've got to fan this flame |
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If this love burns out |
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We've got ourselves to blame |
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We've got to stoke these coal |
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Until they glow red hot |
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We've got to feed this fire |
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With everything we've got |
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We've got to feed this fire |
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With everything we've got |
