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Rise and fall |
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Through it all |
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An olympus of friends |
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Highs and lows |
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And the broken prose |
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And our losses we'll weigh |
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Game on Buildings fall |
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But we're standing tall |
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Where only chimneys remain |
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Beg for law |
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With a crying jaw |
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Like a jungle in flames |
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Game on Gravity |
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It pulls our waves |
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And it creates |
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Monuments of flame |
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Every house in town |
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Burn it down |
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Burn it all down |
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Burn, burn, down, down... |
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Coming |
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The moments grow weak |
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Coming |
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With gloves at your throat |
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Burn it |
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Into the grave |
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Burn it |
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The freedom with heat |
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Burn it |
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Electrical thing |
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Burn it |
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Smell the white flame |
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Burn it |
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Smell the white flame |
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Burn it |
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Smell your filthy life |
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Burning! |
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What in this life |
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Lifts us up so high |
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Down to this campfire? |
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Around the coast |
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To the junkyards |
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When will I see you again? |
