Blessed be messed up me
Should I feel different?
Was I crying to get my face wet?
To discern what I did from what I've thought
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It's part of me, blessed be
Fire
Oh, fire
Oh, fire
Oh, fire
Fire
Fire!
Low-lit theater, quiet crowd
I'm on the screen, projected
I'm in the aisle, yelling fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
(Songwriters: Jonah Matranga, Shaun Lopez)

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