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It is almost as if I am on the side of a

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It is burning
And I am running away
From the f l a m e

But the fire is faster
Than I can move my legs
From the f l a m e

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The light behind me
Gets brighter
As I run from the f l a m e

And I cannot see myself anymore
Light engulfs me, like a moth
Flying toward a f l a m e

Slowly, slowly
I cannot run any further
And I am left a pile of

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