(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker)
(Chorus)
Put a little fire in your body tonight.
Get a little higher... âtil the feeling is right.
Put away the problems and those troubles you fight, Cusâ itâs alright.
Well Iâve been down that lonely road, where the bad times come
And rain down, âtil they flood your soul.
The storm keeps pounding at your door, while youâre locked inside,
And hiding with nowhere to go.
Cusâ when youâre feeling cold and empty,
All alone thereâs no one you can tell.
Donât you know, sometimes youâve gotta open up,
And say⌠what the hell.
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Good loveâs gone bad, and youâre feeling mad at yourself,
and at the world⌠Cusâ no one cares.
Youâre goinâ down for the last time, sinkinâ fast.
Drowning in all those despairs.
Cusâ when youâve been pushed and pulled and turned around,
Every single time, enoughâs enough.
Donât you take that shit, itâs time you leave it all behind.
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Cusâ when youâre feeling cold and empty, all alone,
And thereâs no one you can tell,
Donât you know sometimes you gotta open upâŚ
And just say, oh what the hell.
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