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Light My Fire
by Jim Morrison 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 Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire 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 Try to set the night on fire, yeah 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 Try to set the night on fire 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 Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire Strange Days Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They're going to destroy our casual joys We shall go on playing or find a new town Strange eyes fill strange rooms Voices will signal their tired end The hostess is grinning Her guests sleep from sinning Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day To a strange night of stone Crystal Ship Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss Another kiss The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane We'll meet again We'll meet again Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry I'd rather fly The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back I'll drop a line
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