Where would my heart be in another place and time
Follow the leader has never felt so out of line
I slide slowly out of your frame
But never out of your mind
Let it burn baby, yes the fire
it feels nice
I told you I liked coal, only making his heart set on wood
Come on baby, I said I wanted to burn.
No, Don't bring out the green shrubbery, for I could go on and grow my own.
Yes wrap it up, and then throw it under the Christmas tree with the rest of your shit
Burn, baby burn.
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