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Lighting Myself on Fire - Jukebox the Ghost
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Lighting Myself on Fire Jukebox the Ghost

Lighting Myself on Fire - Jukebox the Ghost
When you hold yourself to me

I think I'll go down in flames
Wouldn't ask you to join me
Cause that would be insane
But you could warm your hands
I would stake out your place right here next to me

They will come from miles away
Cause it's cold outside
And they need a place
To rub on their hands and feet
What better time and place than here?

Cause you've become a fire for me
Ever since you turned eighteen, love
And then you said that love was
Just some sort of passing thing
You've become a fire in me
Ever since you turned eighteen
And the cold ain't so cold
When you hold yourself to me

They will come from miles away
In your honor
In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats
Oh they've been waiting for this for years
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