Feed The Fire (Live)

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Feed The Fire (Live) - Dawes

I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom

Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines

Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon

Livin' on champagne in the back of limousines

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies

Tradin' where I'm at for some future destination

Workin' for attention I'll eventually resent

Tyrin' to ignore some of the darker implications

Of smilin' for the camera with my hands in wet cement

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies

There's someone in my reflection

That's been hauntin' me my whole life

There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear

And I wonder to myself as I am straightenin' my bowtie

How could I look so perfect

On the screen and so awful in the mirror

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies

Hopin' that it dies

Hopin' that it dies

Hopin' that it dies

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