| He was lost in a kerosene dream
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| Fuelled by the urge inside
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| Always been told not to play with fire
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| Never was one to abide
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| It all started way back when
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| When the neighbor’s house burnt down
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| Hypnotized by the burning flame
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| And in that flame his love was found
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| Now time went on like it always does
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| No one knew about his love affair
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| Love it was it’s a twisted game
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| Now he’s gone with out a prayer
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| Today he learnt his lesson well
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| Today he burnt like you do in hell
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| I wish this tale could end another way
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| In twisted games we should never play
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| Now I’ll tell you another tale
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| About a boy who loved his gun
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| His 45 was his one best friend
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| Twisted games that can’t be won
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| Another day or so they thought
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| No one knew what was to come
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| This little town will never be the same
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| With a little boy who loved his gun
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| Today he learnt his lesson well
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| Today he burnt his one last shell
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| I wish this tale could end another way
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| Twisted games we should never play |