Don't let my love grow could
I'm calling out light the fire again
Don't let my vision die
I'm calling out light the fire again
You know my heart my deed's
I'm calling out light fire again
I need your discipline
I calling out light fire again
I am here to by gold refined the fire
Nacked poor wrethend blind I come
Love you so I wont be ashamed
Lord, light the fire again
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