Light My Fire

By Mapache

On Roscoe’s Dream

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How you are the wind in my chimes

I will not look behind

Anywhere you’ve been is past and gone

Light my fire

Late at night in your bed

In my mind already dead

The diner down the street is open all the time

Light my fire

I don't care who you've tried

If you're out I'll let you inside

If you want to leave before you walk away

Light my fire

Light my fire