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Down in amongst the streets tonight |
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Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil |
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(Turmoil turns rejoiceful) |
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Shed your fears and lose your guilt |
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Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire |
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We'll watch the flames grow higher |
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But if you get too burnt |
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You can't come back home |
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And as I was standing by the edge |
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I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing |
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(And the flames grew) |
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Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said |
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The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger |
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We feast on flesh and drink on blood |
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Live by fear and despise love in a crisis |
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(What with today's high prices?) |
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Bring some paper and bring some wood |
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Bring what's left of all your love for the fire |
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We'll watch the flames grow higher |
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But if you get too burnt |
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You can't come back home |
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And as I was standing by the edge |
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I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing |
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(And the flames grew) |
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Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said |
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The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger |
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In the funeral pyre |
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We'll watch the flames grow higher |
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But if you get too burnt |
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You can't come back home |
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In the funeral pyre |
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I'll watch the flames grow higher |
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But if you get too burnt |
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You can't come back home |
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In the funeral pyre |
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(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young) |
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We'll watch the flames grow higher |
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(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands) |
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But if you get too burnt |
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(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young) |
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You can't come back home |
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(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands) |
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In the funeral pyre |
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(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young) |
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(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands) |
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Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young |
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Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands |
