27 lyrics for "'Fire in the deep!"

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare
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Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare
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'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do, And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do, 'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do I think I'm gonna lose my mind, I think I'm gonna win this time, Something deep inside me, I can't give up, I roll and I
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We got something they don't A fire burning deep in our bones On fire when we get home Smokin' when we're away They may say we're done That we will never win this one But we know differently They don't know you And they don't know me
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I'm shoutin' from the rooftop, baby Come pick me up, come pick me up You cut so deep, cut so deep You made me a believer Tell me, will you come and save me? Fire the shots and I need to know Pick me up and show me home All my senses just need to know Why
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Another groove without a name, carried through the floor Memory recalls visions of lust All my dreams attended, and then farewell, my love The train is gone, deep fog remains Until the light faded away In firelight, dancing with no pulse I broken in
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Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare
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Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare
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I'm shoutin' from the rooftop, baby Come pick me up, come pick me up You cut so deep, cut so deep You made me a believer Tell me, will you come and save me? Fire the shots and I need to know Pick me up and show me home All my senses just need to know Why
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Sleep my child Out on the road there are fireflies circling Deep in the woods, where the lost souls hide Over the hill there are men returning Trying to find some peace of mind Under the fog there are shadows moving Don't be afraid, hold my hand Into the
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