Once More With Feeling

I touch the fire and it freezes me. I look into it, and it’s black. Why can’t I feel? My skin should crack and peel. I want the fire back! Now through the smoke, she calls to me; to make my way across the flame. To save the day, or maybe melt away. I guess it’s all the same…
So I will walk, through the fire, ’cause where else can I turn? And I will walk through the fire, and let it…

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