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The air my lungs first loved |
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Carves craters from my eyes |
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They said, "Breathe deeply sonOr be the next to die" |
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Beneath the falling night |
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And heaven's shutting gate |
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Pray, keep your tongue held tight |
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Or suffer the same fate |
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The blood on our black gloves |
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It is none of your concern |
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If you want to call our bluff |
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Get in line and wait your turn |
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And watch the witches burn |
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Don't flinch when innocents |
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Are dancing with the flame |
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If they wanted to live |
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They'd learn to play the game |
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You can still walk away |
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If you just hold your tongue |
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If you'd just walk away |
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You'd live to see the sun but |
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Under this killing moon |
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Under this burning sky |
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The fire's shining groom |
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I hold my breath and close my eyes |
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The blood on our black gloves |
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It is none of their concern |
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If you want to call our bluff |
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Get in line and wait your turn |
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The blood on our black gloves |
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It is none of their concern |
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If you want to call our bluff |
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Get in line and wait your turn |
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And watch the witches burn |
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We'll watch the witches burn |
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BurnBurnBurn |
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We'll watch the witches burn |
