| We are here, we were there
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| We are nearing people everywhere we go
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| People catching in their hands
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| The ashes of the Marlboro man
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| Burn them down, burn them down
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| With our canteens pouring gasoline;
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| It’s never what they’re saying
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| But why oh why they say it
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| Burning down the billboards
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| To the ground and not a sound
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| Will touch the ears
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| For the sights to be gained
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| Will everlast us through the years
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| Five o’clock rush hour traffic
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| Gazing upward at our magic
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| Calvin Klein went down in flames
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| Authorities aren’t asking for the names
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| Miller Lite was burning bright
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| Illuminating our fearless night
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| And victory was once again
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| Ours until the very end
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| Burn them down, burn them down
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| With our canteens pouring gasoline;
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| It’s never what they’re saying
|
| But why oh why they say it
|
| Burning down the billboards
|
| To the ground and not a sound
|
| Will touch the ears
|
| For the sights to be gained
|
| Will everlast us through the years
|
| Burning down the billboards
|
| To the ground and not a sound
|
| Will touch the ears
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| For the sights to be gained
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| Will everlast us through the years |