| We call them cool
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| Those hearts that have no scars to show
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| The ones that never do let go
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| And risk the tables being turned
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| We call them fools
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| Who have to dance within the flame
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| Who chance the sorrow and the shame
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| That always comes with getting burned
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| But you’ve got to be tough when consumed by desire
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| 'Cause it’s not enough just to stand outside the fire
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| We call them strong
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| Those who can face this world alone
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| Who seem to get by on their own
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| Those who will never take the fall
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| We call them weak
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| Who are unable to resist
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| The slightest chance love might exist
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| And for that forsake it all
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| They’re so hell-bent on giving, walking a wire
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| Convinced it’s not living if you stand outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Life is not tried, it is merely survived
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| If you’re standing outside the fire
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| There’s this love that is burning, deep in my soul
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| Constantly yearning to get out of control
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| Wanting to fly higher and higher
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| I can’t abide standing outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Life is not tried, it is merely survived
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| If you’re standing outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Life is not tried, it is merely survived
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| If you’re standing outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Standing outside the fire
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| Life is not tried, it is merely survived
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| If you’re standing outside the fire |