Playing With Fire (Letra)

Brandon Flowers

Indie

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Daddy, I’m not gonna tell you that I’m sorry,
But there aint nothin you can do to change my mind.
I’m not here to know the things I cannot do,
We’ve seen the outcome of the Boy’s Who Didn’t Fly.
That road outside that you’ve been taking home forever,
That’ll be same road that I’ll take when I depart.
Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together
May twist and turn but somewhere deep there is a heart.

Playing with fire
You know you’re gonna hurt somebody tonight
And you’re out on a wire
You know we’re playing with fire

Perhaps this calling is the channel of invention,
I will not blush if others see it as a crime.
However dangerous the road, however distant,
These things won’t compromise the will of the design.
Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep,
Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back.
The church of mine may not be recognised by steeple,
That doesn’t mean that I will walk without a God.

Oh well River of Truth, can you spare me a sip?
The holy fountain of youth has been reduced to a drip.
I’ve got this burning belief in Salvation and love
Its not you make me naive, but if push comes to shove
I will till this ground

You know you’re gonna hurt somebody tonight
Oh woah oh woah woah
(out on a wire)

I might not get there.
This little town, this little house,
They seem to be leaning in the wrong direction
I’m not afraid of you no more.

Playing with fire
You know you’re gonna hurt somebody tonight
And you’re out on a wire
You know we’re playing with fire

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Playing With Fire (Letra)

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Down at the crossroads

They say he sold his soul

Hell-bent on being king of blues

Deal with the devil

But i swear there’s an angel in there

Gotta give credit

Where credit’s due

Sittin’ in his rockin’ chair

He put the mojo in the air

Yeah, hear the black cat moanin’

Twelve bars and a man possessed

Separated from all the rest

He was playing with fire

Six string — his thing

No waking up from that dream

Took it — turned it upside down

He rocked woodstock

Jump start — never could stop

Guitar gods all hit the ground

Heads up when he hit the stage

Sky high in a manic rage

Yeah, and the rocket’s red glare

They say the boy really caused a scene

He took a match and he lit that thing

He was playin’ with fire

Who’s that creeping

Taking ahold of my hand?

Who’s that moving

Through my veins?

Must be the spirit

Of those who’ve gone before

Got their fingers on my strings

Sittin’ in my rockin’ chair

I feel the mojo in the air

Yeah, i hear the black cat moanin’

Let it roll all over me

Let it take me ‘til i’m free

And i’m playin’ with fire

Playing with fire (Letra)

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Down at the crossroads
They say he sold his soul
Hell-bent on being King of Blues
Deal with the Devil
But I swear there’s an angel in there
Gotta give credit
Where credit’s due

Sittin’ in his rockin’ chair
He put the mojo in the air
Yeah, hear the black cat moanin’

Twelve bars and a man possessed
Separated from all the rest
He was playing with fire
Six string — his thing
No waking up from that dream
Took it — turned it upside down
He rocked Woodstock
Jump start — never could stop
Guitar gods all hit the ground

Heads up when he hit the stage
Sky high in a manic rage
Yeah, and the rocket’s red glare
They say the boy really caused a scene
He took a match and he lit that thing
He was playin’ with fire

Who’s that creeping
Taking ahold of my hand?
Who’s that moving
Through my veins?
Must be the spirit
Of those who’ve gone before
Got their fingers on my strings

Sittin’ in my rockin’ chair
I feel the mojo in the air
Yeah, I hear the black cat moanin’
Let it roll all over me
let it take me ‘til I’m free
And I’m playin’ with fire

Playing with Fire (Letra)

Richard Marx

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Hey, you got the look of a lonely woman’s eyes,
what’cha thinking when you’re standing so close to me?
Ain’t no law says a man can’t fantasize,
there’s a secret locked up in you tight
Ooh! I’d love to turn the key.
Whoah, playing with fire…fighting my desire, baby…
…my conscience is a liar.
Oh, Lord, have mercy on the shameless sinner…!
…walking on a wire, now I…I face the crucifier,
What’cha doin’ to me?
Live by rules made up by society,
but I guess I must have missed Election day
‘cause so much about you looks so good to me, yeah!
for what I’m thinking I could go to jail,
but some laws are born to break…
…stakes are getting higher, now I…
…I think I’m losin’ it…