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Combustible

Baby we're combustible
com-com-bustible
up in flames by 2am
 
I get it you're tired
but we're fighting this fire
before it burns our home
 
I don't want to go
go up in smoke
but
 
Baby we're combustible
com-com-bustible
up in flames by 2am
 
Gettin' third degree burns
as we fight and learn
what will and will not heal

I don't want to go
go up in smoke
even though
 
Baby we're combustible
com-com-bustible
up in flames by 2am
 
Can we chill?  
chill
Can we chill?
chill
 
so tired of the uphill
 
I don't want to go  
go up in smoke
but the flames are at the door.
Written by CaityCat (Peaches O-Brien)
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