Feed The Fire Lyrics - Dawes

I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom 

Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines 

Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon 

Livin' on champagne in the back of limousines 

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why 

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies 

Tradin' where I'm at for some future destination 

Workin' for attention I'll eventually resent 

Tyrin' to ignore some of the darker implications 

Of smilin' for the camera with my hands in wet cement 

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Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why 

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies 

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why 

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies 

There's someone in my reflection that's been hauntin' me my whole life 

There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear 

And I wonder to myself as I am straightenin' my bowtie 

How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? 

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Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why 

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies 

Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why 

Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies 

Hopin' that it dies 

Hopin' that it dies 

Hopin' that it dies