Poets Of The Fall - Fire
It`s A Bit Like A Trip, But You Hit It With A Slip Of A Tongue, Like A Whip, And We`re Sinking, It Ain`t
Cool To Be Cool, Though You May Think It A Laudable Tool Of Self Evaluation, Of Ego Cultivation, N` I`m
Rolling My Eyes Like The Stones For The Lies, Is It Really All About The Size Or Just A Simple Vice...
Oh, And It Makes The News
Oh, Cos It Sings The Blues
I Feel The Fire Flare Alight Inside Me
Higher So I Can See
N` Aspire To Survive This Fight In Spite Of
Liars And Travesty
Oh Fire
Did You Think That I`d Blink, That I`d Go And Take The Ink To Your Control, That I`d Sell My Soul, And
Does It Ring Any Bells That It Sells That We`re Living Out Of Shells In A Shotgun, If We Couldn`t Shoot,
We`d Have To Run, And Finally The Cerebral Fantasy, Better Genes And Machines, So We Can Die Looking Like
We`re Teens, Like Snapshot Scenes In Smithereens...
Oh, And The Ones We Choose
Oh, Witch Hunting Fools
I Feel The Fire...
Look There It Is In The News Again, Yeah
There It Goes Singing The Blues Again
Fire Flare Alight Inside Me...
Fire, Return My Joy Cos I`m So
Tired, Tired Of Me
Inspire The Weary Eyed To See The
Ire And Irony
Oh Fire
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