I fly too close to the sun at times
I burn so bright I'll never die
And I feel just like there's no more time
I burn so bright I'll never die
We've got to pray that God isn't real
Else we've got to make some big changes
Nobody buys but everyone steals
Else they just don't care about your music
We've got to sew ourselves a soul
Out of the threads life throws at us
We've got to burn
We've got to burn
We've got to peel
We've got to squirm
We've got to burn
We've got to peel
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I fly too close to the sun at times
I burn so bright I'll never die
And I feel just like there's no more time
I burn so bright I'll never die
We've got to pray that God isn't real
Else we've got to make some big changes
Nobody buys but everyone steals
Else they just don't care about your music
We've got to sew ourselves a soul
Out of the threads life throws at us
We've got to burn
We've got to burn
We've got to peel
We've got to squirm
We've got to burn
We've got to peel
I burn so bright I'll never die
And I feel just like there's no more time
I burn so bright I'll never die
We've got to pray that God isn't real
Else we've got to make some big changes
Nobody buys but everyone steals
Else they just don't care about your music
We've got to sew ourselves a soul
Out of the threads life throws at us
We've got to burn
We've got to burn
We've got to peel
We've got to squirm
We've got to burn
We've got to peel
Writer: Jack Peachey
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management