Burned for eighty miles underground,
Without a flame, without a sound.
It burned a building and some
When it come up from the dirt into the sky.
And when they interviewed
They said that hell was on the rise.
Now I'm looking out a window,
I'm scared out of my mind, oh no,
I feel that fire creeping.
Everyone I love is trying to figure
And everything I knew I buried underground.
I saw a picture of a picture
That reminded me of myself.
From up above it's hard to tell.
And you said that I could stay here
And open my chest for just you to see
All these acres of quiet fire
That are burning down in me.
Now I'm looking out a window
I'm scared out of my mind, oh no,
I feel tht fire creeping.
Everyone I love is trying to figure
Eveyrthing I knew is on fire underground,
I read a story about a coal fire
It burned for eighty miles
Without a flame without a sound,
Without a flame without a sound.
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