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| 292 Customer Reviews | March 12, 2002 |
What It Is To Burn.
by: FINCH
She burns
Today's on fire
The sky is bleeding above me, and I am blistered
I walk these lines of blasphemy, every day
And still:
Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
I feel diseased
Is there no sympathy from the sun?
The sky's still fire
But I am safe in here, from the world outside
So tell me
What's the price to pay for glory?
Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
Today is fire, and she burns
Today is fire, and she burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
Today's on fire
The sky is bleeding above me, and I am blistered
I walk these lines of blasphemy, every day
And still:
Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
I feel diseased
Is there no sympathy from the sun?
The sky's still fire
But I am safe in here, from the world outside
So tell me
What's the price to pay for glory?
Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
Today is fire, and she burns
Today is fire, and she burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
She burns
Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
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