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Coyne |
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Take it |
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I know in Seven Oaks, there are plenty of folks |
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Who carry guns, carry knives |
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Smash the faces of their wives, of their wives |
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Chorus: Take some turpentine |
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Burn the whole wide world right down now (x2) |
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Take some turpentine |
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Burn the whole wide world right down now (x2). |
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I see the cars, I see the people |
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There's a flame on the steeple |
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Little babies on window sills |
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The people far below are ready to kill |
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Chorus - Solo - Chorus - Solo - Chorus |
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Hold me, enfold me |
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Never leave me, don't you cold me |
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I'm not joking, I'm not dying |
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We're going to the moon |
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Better start flying (x2) |
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Chorus (x2) |
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Take turpentine |
