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Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an infatuation with fire |
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Stealing lighters, matches, whatever he could get |
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Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working hard |
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Pioneering buildings that would not burn |
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Gained praise from his colleagues |
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Never anytime for a wife and son. |
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This would make Blaine mad |
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The ill neglect from his mom and dad |
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Infuriates him to see blood red |
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The only relief from the pain. |
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Ignite up the night sky |
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Tears inside, pain subsides |
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Watch the structure fall, immolate us all |
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His destructive hate, burnt the whole block down. |
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And it felt so good, gotta get away |
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Before I get caught |
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Worst case of arson the city ever saw |
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Policeman arrives so many casualties |
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All my family died! |
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Incinerating my house and everything inside |
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Paramedics could not save their lives |
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Fire struck while everyone was sleeping |
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Heaps of seared flesh, I was I were dreaming |
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I burned my pain away |
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Now that Blaine has grown, living on his own |
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High school graduate, valedictorian |
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Becomes a fire man, to cleanse his soul. |
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But the arsonist in his mind is still alive, urging him on! |
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Starting fires again building structures descend |
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And saving lives how I have to pretend |
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I am a humanitarian |
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Hypocrite that I am |
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From my father I inherited the gift to invent time-ignited fires |
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At buildings of my choice |
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Then I sit back and wait, for the emergency call from 911 |
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Sirens sound, burning down the hospital and stadium, |
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Both at the same time. |
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Arriving at the catastrophe, I see victims around me baked |
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Many souls have I taken away. |
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I work franticly to douse the flames, moving diligent |
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I start to cry, hundreds wounded! |