| Hunter, chaser, habit-keeper
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| Decision — maker of life and death
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| Bring your fire to the torch and keep it up in the darkest hour
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| Do you still think you’re right?
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| Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say
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| So come and chase me through the woods
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| Your prayers and words to god
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| Will be unheard
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| So chase me and my own kind
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| Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
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| But the fear remains in your head
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| Baiter, conspirer, whistle-blower
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| Starry-eyed idealist
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| Hold your pitchforks in the sky, and let your hatred reign
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| Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say
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| So come and chase me through the woods
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| Your prayers and words to god
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| Will be unheard
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| So chase me and my own kind
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| Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
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| But the fear remains in your head
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| Hater, grudger, pretender
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| Meticulous, fearfully easy prey
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| Use your insecurity as an excuse
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| To put those strangers in the pillory
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| Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say
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| So come and chase me through the woods
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| Your prayers and words to god
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| Will be unheard
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| So chase me and my own kind
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| Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
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| But the fear remains in your head
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| We are the burning witches |