Playing with fire
Such a dangerous thing
To feel burn marks on your fingers
Charred wounds on your wrist
The nails are just digging
Deeper and deeper
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Fire
Playing with fire
Such a dangerous thing
To feel burn marks on your fingers
Charred wounds on your wrist
The nails are just digging
Deeper and deeper
