| Cut away
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| Cut through
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| The lightening bangs the thunder moves
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| Its calling for rain, now it was let loose
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| Its coming in waves and now a devil’s come to root
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| This devil will lure you in a shower of gifts and a vote of confidence cast
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| And then complimented
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| Lays to rest your most sordid sins
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| And claims your path
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| May forgive you if only your body can stand for you
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| Can stand for you
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| Can stand for you
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| An open flame to rid of to rid of whatever you got whatever you got whatever
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| you got to burn
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| Through it on the fire through it on the open flame
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| All lit up all lit up
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| Whatever you got, whatever you got
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| Whatever you got to burn
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| Throw it on the fire throw it in the middle the middle the middle the middle
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| And in the air before the lightening strikes
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| Though it deafens me
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| The thunder breeds a peace
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| Unholy beast please don’t spare me
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| Douse my quarters in gasoline
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| A little black around the corners won’t scare me off that easy
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| I don’t need this darkness and doubt
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| I’ll greet greet him with two shrug shoulders
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| (only a body…
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| These bones have been rattling too long to hold out
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| Lay down before me in ashes
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| Lay down before me before me
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| An open flame to rid of to ride of whatever you got to burn
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| Through it on the fire throw it on the open flame
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| All lit up all lit up
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| Whatever you got whatever you got whatever you got to burn
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| Throw it on the fire throw it in the middle the middle the middle of the fire |