Sometimes it's obsession
Sometimes – just a bug
You're cravin' for an easy way
To sugar up another bitter day
But loose hold of the real thing
Can't hit chance with a lame swing
Shortcuts to heaven
Are offered for sale
But how could they matter
If not hot as hell
Don't be a joke
And don't blow your turn
Some people smoke
But some people burn
Don't ask me to tame
Your feverish flame
The holes in your plan
Are burnt by desire
So let the fall take you higher
'Cause, baby, fire loves fire
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