Sara Bareilles - Fire Lyrics
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Fire
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What Are The Lyrics For Fire By Sara Bareilles?
Door clicks while his wheels start spinning on the pavement
And I go fill the space up where he has been staying Won't lose much sleep, he never went that deep Love you, oh, you sweet thing, no, I never said that Let me hold your ego while you get your bag packed Don't take this the wrong way But when the spade shows up, I call it by its first name We were, we were never gonna catch fire We'd've burned up in the flames Long before they ever rose up higher Someday I, I won't have to feel the cold But I do now, so I'll know What it feels like when I feel fire, fire Mmm, fire Fire Talk, touch, kiss, bend, this one's just like all the others And I know all too well that I won't beat the waters I held my breath to swim The shallow shores aren't safe enough to dive in We were, we were never gonna catch fire We'd've burned up in the flames Long before they ever rose up higher Someday I, I won't have to feel the cold But I do now, so I'll know What it feels like when I feel fire, fire That comes-and-stays fire On-blood-and-veins fire I've only ever wanted, fire In my chest, in my mouth, on my tongue, in my mind In my soul, so my lungs can breathe in fire We'd've burned up in the flames Long before they ever rose up higher Someday I, I won't have to feel the cold But I do now, so I'll know What it feels like when I feel fire, fire |
Who Wrote Fire By Sara Bareilles?
Sara Bareilles
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What's The Duration Of The Fire By Sara Bareilles?The duration of Fire is 3:49 minutes and seconds. |
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