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all the houses in the capital |
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lay black as coal against the sky |
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the people from our lonesome street |
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have been gone for quite some time |
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though the sun has gone down for the night |
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the air is glowing like a stove |
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we've all got nothing else to do |
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we'll build a fire to keep us warm |
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oh, |
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burn, burn |
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burn away this empty town |
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burn burn burn |
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burn us to the ground |
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grab the flintlock from the cellar box |
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get the boys to find some wood |
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there's logs a plenty up the boulevard |
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where the residences stood |
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though the sun has gone down for the night |
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the air is glowing like a stove |
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we've all got nothing else to do |
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we'll build a fire to keep us warm |
