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Do you really wanna feel my flow oh oh oh
You know its the only way to go so get with the show
Are you the kinda guy whos got that flare yeah

Get your groove on
Get a move on
Whoa yeah

Touch my fire can you feel the heat,
My crazy rhythm s gonna knock you off your feet,
Come on and touch my fire why don t you breakaway,
Burn all your troubles say goodbye to yesterday

Are you easy come and easy go woooh
Come on let the music grab ya from your head to your toes
No need to rush take it nice and slow feel that beat

Get your groove on
Get a move on whoo yeah

Come with me i ll take you there
Touch my fire

Touch my fire can you feel the heat
My crazy rhythm s gonna knock you off your feet,
Come on and touch my fire why don t you breakaway
Burn all your troubles say goodbye to yesterday

Touch my fire can you feel the heat
My crazy rhythm s gonna knock you off your feet,
Come on and touch my fire why don t you breakaway
Burn all your troubles say goodbye to yesterday

(Touch My Fire)
(Touch My Fire)
(C mon and Touch)
(C mon and Touch my Fire…)
(Touch my Fire)

Touch my fire can you feel the heat
My crazy rhythm s gonna knock you off your feet,
Come on and touch my fire why don t you breakaway
Burn all your troubles say goodbye to yesterday

Touch my fire can you feel the heat
My crazy rhythm s gonna knock you off your feet,
Come on and touch my fire why don t you breakaway
Burn all your troubles say goodbye to yesterday

On the fields of desolation
We are all alone
Crying in each others arms
In fear of the unknown
Feelings of uncertainty
We are all doomed
To live in solitude
And never ending gloom

On the fields of desolation
Eternal...

So you say that you don´t want to get hurt
and then you say you´re always treated like Dirt
but how can you possibly expect respect
when you neglect and you reject to interact
don´t you know life´s based on supply demand
and if you...

Oh Jesus loves you
Get on your knees and pray
You ll die and go to heaven
But here in hell we ll stay
Our Bible is our music, and that guitar is our Lord
Vicious licks and broken picks
We are the evil...

Living, dead and dying
We stand covered by Black shroud
We await the moon and wind
Fire burning on the altar
Burnt the incautious spirits
By it s red glare, awoke the magic stones
We ve united good and evil
We ve created the highest power
Magic and might of dark blood
Blood from the scars of wounded Gods
Runes...

From ripe
To rotten
Too real
To live

Should I lie down
Or stand up
And walk around again

My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut

To find the found(fount) of sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other with the necter
And...