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made to burn
I've always been afraid of jail
and mental institutions
I've never wondered why 'til now
is it fear of isolation?
or maybe they'd never let me go?
I've an incessant need to be free...
don't want me choice removed
don't wanna lose my autonomy
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Is it the burning rebel fire
that runs throughout my wildling veins?
now feeling strangled
with a mind that can't be tamed
it seems such an odd thing to feel
I spend so many days alone
guess at least I'm learning all about myself
while prisoner of my home
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Chorus
Like a Furness I'm always aflame
whether passion or frustration
it all manifests the same
if there's one thing that I have learned
this soul was made to burn
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we're all two side of the same coin
please tell me there's a middle
cause both sides are fighting
and I'm stuck amongst the quibble
maybe it's the solitude
forcing them to be friends
maybe there's more truth
in that I'm going round the bend..
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the things I most want to share and say
fear makes me keep inside
as if every thought has it's own feelings
and it's eating me alive
and I try not to disappoint
the squatters in my mind
giving them their moment
their unique time to shine
but in isolation the grow louder
now they're shouting over mine
and I pray for my liver
as I drown them out with...
wine
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Chorus
Like a Furness I'm always aflame
whether passion or frustration
it all manifests the same
if there's one thing that I have learned
this soul was made to burn
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I can't live in monochrome
it makes me like a shell
whose creature has left home
maybe I bleed from the blade of my own knife
god I'm a whirlwind of chaos..
In overdrive!
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Chorus
Like a Furness I'm always aflame
whether passion or frustration
it all manifests the same
if there's one thing that I have learned
this soul was made to burn
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