I read a story about a coal fire
That burned for 80 miles underground
Under rivers and across the state line
Without a flame, without a sound
It burned a building and some fence posts
When it came up from the dirt into the sky
When they interviewed the townsfolk
They said the hell was on the rise
Now, I'm looking out a window
While you are sleeping
I'm scared out of my mind
Oh no, I feel that fire creeping
Everywhere I go always burns down
Everyone I love is trying to figure me out
Everything I knew I buried underground
Underground
I saw a picture of a picture
That reminded me of myself
Like a coal fire burning underground
From up above it's hard to tell
And you said that I could stay here
Open my chest for just you to see
All these acres of quiet fires
That are burning down in me
Under rivers and across the state line
Without a flame, without a sound
It burned a building and some fence posts
When it came up from the dirt into the sky
When they interviewed the townsfolk
They said the hell was on the rise
Now, I'm looking out a window
While you are sleeping
I'm scared out of my mind
Oh no, I feel that fire creeping
Everywhere I go always burns down
Everyone I love is trying to figure me out
Everything I knew I buried underground
Underground
I saw a picture of a picture
That reminded me of myself
Like a coal fire burning underground
From up above it's hard to tell
And you said that I could stay here
Open my chest for just you to see
All these acres of quiet fires
That are burning down in me
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