| Bb | Eb | Bb | | Love is a | burning | thing |
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| F | Bb | | and it makes a | fiery | ring |
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| Eb | Bb | | Bound by | wild | desire |
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| F | Bb | | I fell into a | ring of | fire |
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| | | F | Eb | Bb | | | | I fell in to a | burning ring of | fire |
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| | | F | | | I went | down, down, down |
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| | | Eb | Bb | | | and the | flames went | higher |
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And it burns, burns, burns |
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| Eb | Bb | | The taste of | love is | sweet |
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| Eb | Bb | | when hearts like | our’s | meet |
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| Eb | Bb | | I fell for you | like a | child |
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| F | Bb | | oh, but the | fire went | wild |
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| | | F | Eb | Bb | | | | I fell in to a | burning ring of | fire |
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| | | F | | | I went | down, down, down |
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| | | Eb | Bb | | | and the | flames went | higher |
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And it burns, burns, burns |
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