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some say love is a burning thing
that it makes a fiery ring
oh but i know love
as a fading thing
just as fickle as a feather in a stream
see honey i saw love, it came to me,
it puts its face up to my face so i could see
yeah then i saw love, disfigure me,
into something i am not recognizing

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so some say love is a burning thing
that it makes a fiery ring
oh but i know love, as a caging thing
just a killer come to call from some awful dream
and you all folks, you come to see
you just stand there in the glass looking at me
but my heart is wild
and my bones are steep
and i could kill you with my bare hands, if i was free