| Starring back from his faith
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| With ankles that crawl
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| He’s holding the answer he loathes
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| Share is expense for 24 deaths
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| If you long to be good, you’ll come back
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| Holding his hands out to the glass
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| Biting his tongue, time has run out
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| Because providence she don’t live here anymore
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| From the sun to the drain is the price that you must pay
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| You can’t always grunt for too long
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| The shopper, the shackles, the colder the froze
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| A mess that devours it’s own
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| Holding his hands out to the glass
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| Biting his tongue, time has run out
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| Because providence she don’t live here anymore
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| (Should not live here anymore)
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| (Should not live here anymore)
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| (Should not live here anymore)
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| You will burn, you will burn me at the stake
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| Because providence she don’t live here anymore |