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(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker)
(Chorus)
Put a little fire in your body tonight.
Get a little higher... ¡®til the feeling is right.
Put away the problems and those troubles you fight, Cus¡¯ it¡¯s alright.
Well I¡¯ve been down that lonely road, where the bad times come
And rain down, ¡®til they flood your soul.
The storm keeps pounding at your door, while you¡¯re locked inside,
And hiding with nowhere to go.
Cus¡¯ when you¡¯re feeling cold and empty,
All alone there¡¯s no one you can tell.
Don¡¯t you know, sometimes you¡¯ve gotta open up,
And say¡ what the hell.
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Good love¡¯s gone bad, and you¡¯re feeling mad at yourself,
and at the world¡ Cus¡¯ no one cares.
You¡¯re goin¡¯ down for the last time, sinkin¡¯ fast.
Drowning in all those despairs.
Cus¡¯ when you¡¯ve been pushed and pulled and turned around,
Every single time, enough¡¯s enough.
Don¡¯t you take that shit, it¡¯s time you leave it all behind.
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Cus¡¯ when you¡¯re feeling cold and empty, all alone,
And there¡¯s no one you can tell,
Don¡¯t you know sometimes you gotta open up¡
And just say, oh what the hell.
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