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The
Fire
Can you feel
the beast
I call it fire
Least that's the way it feels to me
Falling at the feast
Hungry like a flower
I lay still but she can see me breath
When it starts
twisting
I'm feeling like a blessing
She loves you so don't come too close
Trust me when I'm missing
That I'm never gonna fit in
Wishing there was enough left for an overdose
Can you feel
me
Do you know me inside
She takes me
by the arm
To see if I'll do her harm
I tell her there's no danger if you're blessed
Twisting in her head
I stumble from her bed
But I only leave once everything in confessed
Words
and Music by Lionel Lodge
All Rights Reserved
C P Lionel Lodge 1999
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