Lee Mitchell caught in fires

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Grief is the devil's tool
Used to gain back his rule
And we will run home
And we will run home
We leave him a giving hope
An easy way to our souls
And we will run home
And we will run home
And we will run home
And we will run home
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home
Fear seizes love and hope
No other way I could cope
Except by a hangman's rope
And we will run home
And we will run home
And we will run home
And we will run home
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home
And we all get stuck
Open doors they get shut
Life seems to break us but we find
Our way that we ourselves made the day
And pat our own backs
But we have done nothing
To say
I am the king
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home
And if you're caught in the fire
Run home, run home
Caught in the fire
Run home

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