| On a Sunday many years ago
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| Village folk gathered round about
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| To burn the witches, to make them glow
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| Thought to be evil without a doubt
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| Innocent as you and me
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| And those who set the fire alight
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| Should have known that tables would turn
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| And one day they would be burning bright
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| Who were those who decided
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| Who was guilty of being a witch
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| Those who the state had entrusted
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| To free the country and make it rich
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| Times change and laws get adjusted
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| Man’s developing all the time
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| Should those who have power be trusted
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| Freedom doesn’t cost a dime
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| But there’s still those among us
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| Remnants of the past we’ve had
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| They use their power like Judas
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| Not for good things, but for bad
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| Who were those who decided
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| Who was guilty of being a witch
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| Those who the state had entrusted
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| To free the country and make it rich
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| Who were those who decided
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| Who was guilty of being a witch
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| Those who the state had entrusted
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| To free the country and make it rich
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| And make it rich
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| Freedom doesn’t cost a dime
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| Man’s developing all the time
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| Oho, yeah, all the time |