Jill Tracy - Make It Burn | Текст песни

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What’s the fascination with the flame?
I can sense something getting hotter again.
They call it an obsession.
Orange, yellow, and blue.
A little dose of friction another nights work is through.

Make it burn.
Make it burn.

Let the fire ignite your mind.
Just a slight indulgence is a crime.
I know you got your methods to illuminate the sky.
A little dose of friction takes you up so high.

Can’t quench your desire?
A little passion for fire.
Can’t quench your desire?
A little passion, little passion to make it burn.
Make it burn.

An incandescent funeral pyre.
Pyrotechnically inspired.
They call it a fixation.
Keep the matchbook closed.
Little fix of friction.
Combustion overdose.

Can’t quench your desire?
A little passion for fire.
Can’t quench your desire?
A little passion for fire.
Can’t quench your desire?
A little passion for fire.
Can’t quench your desire?
A little passion, little passion to make it burn.
Make it burn.
Make it burn.
Make it burn.
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