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You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Try to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now, we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on, baby, light my fire!
 

Come on, baby, light my fire!

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