Burning yellow sun in the sky, blazing
Intensity ultimately makes me fly, from the heat
Because paradise isn't always as it seems
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me
A hard rain would be nice, pouring
Like raindrops of relief, not so boring
Tsunami's just don't stop at the beach
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me
The hometown crowd won't even notice, no surprise
As I ascend high above the clouds, without disguise
There is no need for a comprimise
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me
Catch me if you can, Mrs. Hate
As you stand burning in your laughter, see you later
I have no regrets, but for them I feel sorry
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me
Now maybe my endevours will be a labour of love, with freedom
Far from the sea and angry beating waves, I beat 'em
Now I can pray for snow instead of rain
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me
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