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Don't think that i
Don't think that you
Won't be here when i return
I was too cautious
But now i'm just nauseous
And i'm getting ready for the burn
But i get scorched,
I get flamed by the torch
That you've made
For occasions just like this
Strangely excited
But oddly invited
Into your house for a drink
All you've got is rum,
I help myself to some,
And there's ice in the freezer you think
But i get scorched,
I get flamed
By the torch that you've made
For occasions just like this
I don't mind waiting
While you are dictating
Your plans for the rest of the night
It's one hour later,
My friend used to date her
And i was just being polite
But i get scorched,
And i get flamed by the torch
That you've made
For occasions just like this