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A church is burning |
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the flames rise higher |
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like hands that are praying |
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a glow in the sky |
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Like hands that are praying |
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the fire is saying, |
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"You can burn down my churches |
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but I shall be free." |
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Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep |
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Torches in their hands while |
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the village lies a-sleep |
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Down to the church where |
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just hours before |
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voices were singing and |
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hands were beating and |
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saying I won't be a slave any-more. |
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And a church is burning |
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the flames rise higher |
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like hands that are praying |
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a glow in the sky |
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Like hands that are praying |
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the fire is saying |
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"You can burn down my churches |
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but I shall be free." |
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Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark |
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Then they faded in the night |
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and they vanished in the dark |
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And in the cool light of morning |
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there's nothing that re-mains |
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But the ashes of a bible and |
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a can of kero-sene |
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|
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And a church is burning |
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the flames rise higher |
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like hands that are praying |
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a glow in the sky |
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Like hands that are praying |
|
the fire is saying, |
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"You can burn down my churches |
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but I shall be free." |
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A church is more than just timber and stone |
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And freedom is a dark road |
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When you're walking it alone |
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But the future is now |
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and it's time to take a stand |
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So the lost bells of freedom |
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can ring out in my land |
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And a church is burning |
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the flames rise higher |
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like hands that are praying |
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a glow in the sky |
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Like hands that are praying |
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the fire is saying, |
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"You can burn down my churches |
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but I - I - I - I shall be free." |
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Raziel_P |
