They told me that there's a kid that's playing with fire
And that fire can burn a whole forest down
And that forest was owned by that kid's ancestors
And that kid is going to lose that forest
And that land that that forest stands on will be sold
And that others will get it for a little gold
So they tell me that the kid shouldn't play with fire
And that kid shouldn't be friends with me
And that I am dangerous and a bad influence
And that I could set his world on fire
And that his world will be left in cinders
They told me that all this kid has left is power
And that this power can equal the might of fire
And that this power can give his heart's desires
And that the others - me included - are dangerous
Because we are hard wired
To play with fire
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