Plunge into fire |
Oh... |
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Upside-down, slapped about, sound of crying |
In the darkness, trying to find the warmth of fire |
Wise men talking, wise men lying |
Scheeming to choke up my every desire |
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Stashed in gray, nailed to desks, a taste of learning |
Still in darkness, for they teach us not to think |
I abide and yet I'm yearning |
For all shades of colour, from deep-blue to pink |
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Don't blind my soul (Don't blind my soul) |
Do not cripple my eyes (Live my own life) |
I can live my own life |
I can throw my own dice |
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Fire to fuel my desire |
To look, to enquire |
To wrestle, to struggle |
To stand firm, I plunge into fire |
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Oh... |
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Now this fire that fuels soul and brain |
Could it possibly freeze up against my skin? |
Drops of sweet-bitter rain |
Soak me and throw me against every wind |
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Don't blind my heart (Don't blind my heart) |
Do not cripple my mind (Live my own life) |
I can feel warmth and light |
I can live my own life |
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Fire to fuel my desire |
To think, to aspire |
I plunge to the fire (To the fire) |
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Don't blind my soul (Don't blind my soul) |
Do not cripple my eyes (Live my own life) |
I can live my own life |
I can throw my own dice |
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Fire to fuel my desire |
To look, to enquire |
To wrestle, to struggle |
To stand firm, I plunge into fire |
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Ah... ah... ah... |
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Don't blind my soul (Don't blind my soul) |
Do not cripple my eyes (Live my own life) |
I can live my own life |
I can throw my own dice |
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Fire to fuel my desire |
To look, to enquire |
To wrestle, to struggle |
To stand firm, I plunge into fire |
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To the fire |