| Time’s out, I’m in the red now
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| Can’t hold me back, I got that
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| Red hot stare in my eyes, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Poor out, all of the gas, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Set it off, light up a flare, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Set it off, throw a fit, watch it
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| BURN BURN
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| Eye for an eye, church for a soul
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| I’m setting the first fire in a holy war
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| It weeds out the weak
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| Nurtures the pure
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| Fire is the antidote
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| It’s the cure
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| Red hot stare in my eyes, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Poor out, all of the gas, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Set it off, light up a flare, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Set it off, throw a fit, watch it
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| BURN BURN
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| This beacon of fire, a call of distress
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| You had it coming, the village is next
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| Fuck it
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| The show show is done, I’ll drop the mic
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| Too little gas to burn them all down
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| The smell of gasoline, my first smell of freedom
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| Let me go or there will be an encore
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| I got that
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| Red hot stare in my eyes, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Poor out, all of the gas, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Set it off, light up a flare, I wanna
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| BURN BURN
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| Set it off, throw a fit, watch it
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| BURN BURN |