I cannot stop this child from touching me
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I see not fault in watching her bloom
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She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly
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Yet I feel she may be consumed.
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She done turns on the B stage
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She shook hands when the shoe fit
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I wanna know how the land lies
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I'll let you in on a secret.
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I did not steal away when love rode by
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I did not let myself be unkind
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It's so heard to say where love meets lust
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I often think I'm losing my mind.
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I trade notes with the press league
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They send back their suggestions
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I wanna know where I come from
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But all I get are directions.
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Chorus
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I can't get started, can't get pain
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What's wrong?
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Big ideas, the find intentions
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They're all gone
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It takes two flagons of courage
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Pounds, shillings and pence
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You wind up going nowhere
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It doesn't make sense.
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I see my brother's face grow dark with care
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I spend my time avoiding his gaze
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I pray that God might make his dreams come true
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I'd give so much to feel he's been saved.
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A bright spark in the playground
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Dead loss as an anchor
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You don't call him a misfit
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He's just stuck for an answer.
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Chorus (2)
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Sparks Might Fly
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Mary Black |