الكلمات الأصلية
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Too close for me, this kind of killing heat
The burning looks, before the fun begins
This kind of night leaves tracks across your mind
This kind of day is better left behind
When every word just fans the flames
All you can do is pray for rain
I met my match, but then the fire spread
Out of control, and now there's not much left
Don't you know that no one everwins
So take my hand, but don't say anything
When every word just fans the flames
All you can do is pray for rain
And let it fall
So cool and clear
Still this troubled water
Drive the fever out of here
When every word just fans the flames
All you can do is pray for rain
