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Someone gathers the best ideas |
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And burns them |
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Something's broken |
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Someone's spoken |
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Of no return |
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Burn all the rabid ideas |
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Out in the hallway |
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Something comes in a great procession |
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Calling my name |
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And I don't know why |
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I do what I do |
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I can break that window |
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I can hurl myself into that fire |
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Into that fire burns |
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Burns |
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Now the cycle's spinning down |
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But no one |
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No one at all |
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Comes out of the forest with a magic wand to spell me |
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Electric burns in its camoflauge |
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Won't clear the air |
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Something comes in a great procession |
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Calling my name |
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And I don't know why |
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I do what I do |
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I can smash that doorway |
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I can hurl myself into that fire |
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Is that free |
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Calling me |
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To that fire |
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Here I go |
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Burning slow |
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In that fire |
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Into that fire |
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Baby burn baby burn baby burn |
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Burn |
