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Long distance runner, what you standin' there for? |
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Get up, get out, get out of the door |
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Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor |
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Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core |
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There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town |
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Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down |
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Fire! Fire on the mountain |
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Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat |
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It takes all you got just to stay on the beat |
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You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat |
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But you're here alone, there's no one to compete |
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If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you |
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More than just ashes when your dreams come true |
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Fire! Fire on the mountain |
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Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for? |
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Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door |
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The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor |
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You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more? |
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The more that you give, the more it will take |
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To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake |
