| Today, cast out all of the devils you hold
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| Away, to the time where you youth had been sold
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| Remove, all the robes worn by sacred ideas
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| Forget, false accounts of the deeds of brave men
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| To the dream the fires the furnace
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| Give all your heart and soul
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| Teaching, from black books bound up too long ago
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| Preaching, with a vengeance so bitter and worn
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| Meeting, in great halls stained with fierce industry
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| Ashamed, of the secrets the back rooms have held
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| To the dream the fires the furnace
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| Give all your heart and soul
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| Laugh now, while the fire heats the iron so cold
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| Jest now, over acts that you thought to be bold
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| Call out, with a courage so false that it shakes
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| Blindness, brought to bear by the years of neglect
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| To the dream the fires the furnace
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| Give all your heart and soul
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| To the dream the fires the furnace
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| Give all your heart and soul
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| To the dream the fires the furnace
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| Give all your heart and soul |