Placeholder: [kupka] Fire! Bless my soul, that's the way it is Bless my soul, I can't resist Swift as a river With a hand as hard as stone What's hot as hell the same, won't leave you cold I'm a believer My world's just good as gold [kupka] Fire! Bless my soul, that's the way it is Bless my soul, I can't resist Swift as a river With a hand as hard as stone What's hot as hell the same, won't leave you cold I'm a believer My world's just good as gold

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[kupka] Fire! Bless my soul, that's the way it is Bless my soul, I can't resist Swift as a river With a hand as hard as stone What's hot as hell the same, won't leave you cold I'm a believer My world's just good as gold

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[kupka] Fire! Bless my soul, that's the way it is Bless my soul, I can't resist Swift as a river With a hand as hard as stone What's hot as hell the same, won't leave you cold I'm a believer My world's just good as gold
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