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Wildfire

Feel my heartbeat racing, baby you're on fire. So gorgeous a man might cry. Burning trees in the basement,start a cool fire. Back in Paris you told me you were suicidal. It's not a vacation if I lose you to the Eiffel. You're gorgeous but you can't fly. A hidden admirer sent me roses bright as fire We took our handfuls it was war, flower fighter. Wildfire. Wildfire.

30 September 2013, 05:15 AM
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