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The Fire - Vincent Lima
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The Fire Vincent Lima

The Fire - Vincent Lima
Why are we sitting in silence?
I feel something caught in your eyes
I can’t hear
You’ve been so quietly violent
I fear there’s been bloodshed
Between both your ears

Maybe she’s tired of angels
Winters that promise her leaves
Lately she’s cherished her paleness
Maybe she doesn’t want peace

So I ran through the fire
And I held out my hand
I’m not here to save you
I don’t have a plan
You see, love isn’t rescue
It’s someone to lose
My feet burn but dear
Now I’m in this with you

Throw out the plans I devised, then
My boat just touched onto the shore from the sea
Chained up, and locked in a tower
She looked down, said
Boy I don’t need to be freed
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