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I was in a bad mood one day and it just sorta, came to me.
A short story of how we rise to fall.
This heart don't run on blood. This heart doesn't run on love. Yr crawling around on raw hands & knees & love is yr only desire. This heart.. Runs on.. FIRE!
Chorus: It rises it rises it rises
Mid: you know it's a long long way to fall