Flammable
Oh say
Can you see
What
My dreams are doing to me
I'm chasing my dream
Or is my dream chasing me
Sometimes my eyes
Are just too blind to see
Oh say
Can you see
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
Oh no
Just might get burned
I drove
Down that road last night
And I seen
Children in my headlights
They is playing with matches
By the side of the road
Just trying to figure out
How to get warm
I drove
Down that road last night
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
Oh no
Just might get burned
Running
Barefoot in a steel-toed world
Something over there
Cried give me a whirl
Poking at my eyes
Thumping on my ears
Grabbing for my hand
Trying to take me there
And I'm running
Barefoot in a steel-toed world
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
No
Can you see
What
My dreams are doing to me
I'm chasing my dream
Or is my dream chasing me
Sometimes my eyes
Are just too blind to see
Oh say
Can you see
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
Oh no
Just might get burned
I drove
Down that road last night
And I seen
Children in my headlights
They is playing with matches
By the side of the road
Just trying to figure out
How to get warm
I drove
Down that road last night
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
Oh no
Just might get burned
Running
Barefoot in a steel-toed world
Something over there
Cried give me a whirl
Poking at my eyes
Thumping on my ears
Grabbing for my hand
Trying to take me there
And I'm running
Barefoot in a steel-toed world
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
I ain't holding on to nothing
Flammable
Ain't rolling my life
Into something smokable
Investing my future in
No wood hay or stubble
No
No
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