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• Artiste: Brandon Flowers
• Titre: Playing With Fire
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Daddy, I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry, But there aint nothin you can do to change my mind. I'm not here to know the things I cannot do, We've seen the outcome of the Boy's Who Didn't Fly. That road outside that you've been taking home forever, That'll be same road that I'll take when I depart. Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together May twist & turn but somewhere deep there is a heart. Playing with fire You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight And you're out on a wire You know we're playing with fire I see his calling as the channel of invention, I will not blush if others see it as a crime. However dangerous the road, however distant, These things won't compromise the will of the design. Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep, Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back. The church of mine may not be recognised by steeple, That doesn't mean that I will walk without a God. Oh well River of Truth, can you spare me a sip? The holy fountain of youth has been reduced to a drip. I've got this burning belief in Salvation and love Its not you make me naive, but if push comes to shove I will till this ground You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight Oh woah oh woah woah (out on a wire) I might not get there. This little town, this little house, They seem to be leaning in the wrong direction I'm not afraid of you no more. Playing with fire You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight And you're out on a wire You know we're playing with fire