| We all came out to Montreux
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| On the Lake Geneva shoreline
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| To make records with a mobile
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| We didn’t have much time
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| Frank Zappa and the Mothers
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| Were at the best place around
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| But some stupid with a flare gun
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| Burned the place to the ground, now
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| Smoke on the water
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| A fire in the sky
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| Smoke on the water
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| But burning down
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| You know, they burned down the gambling house
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| It died with an awful sound
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| Funky Claude was running in and out
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| He was pulling kids out the ground
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| When it all was over
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| We had to find another place
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| Swiss time was running out
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| It seemed that we would lose the race, now
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| Smoke on the water
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| A fire in the sky, burning, burning
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| Smoke on the water
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| Down to the ground
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| Hear you play
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| You know now, we ended up at the Grand Hotel
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| It was empty cold and bare
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| With the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
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| Making our music there
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| Few red lights and a few old beds
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| We made a place to sweat
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| No matter what we get out of this
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| I know, I know we’ll never forget, now
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| Smoke on the water
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| A fire in the sky
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| Smoke on the water
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| Everywhere, everywhere
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| See me burn, alright now
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| It was tumblin' down
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| Burn, burn, burn, yeah
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| It’s burning down, oh baby
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| It’s burning down
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| It’s burning down
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| Burning down |