Sorry, the flames from my heels caught fire
burnt down your fine house, left it a ruin
homeless you are all of a sudden
I know, nothing like being without a roof
the wind in your hair, the rain on your skin
not to speak of the freeze in your chest
whoever said you were to survive that?
I kick up my heels, spreading those flames
all of a sudden having a ball, a really great one
arsonist at heart I watch the fire spreading
all of it burning down and turning into cinders
tired flames on tired heels, but no regrets
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