Falling, falling The sun is burning black. Falling, falling It's beating on my back, With the fire. Falling, falling And the moon is running red. It's pulling me instead, with the fire. Fire.
But there's a fire inside. I'm falling over. There's a fire in me. And I call out. And I feel some fire. I'm calling out. The stars are falling down. They knock me to the ground. With the fire, fire.
And there's a fire inside. When I'm falling over, There's a fire in me. When I call out, There's a fire inside. When I'm falling over, I feel the fire. I'm burning fire, falling.
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