| Set fire to the village
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| Set fire to the town
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| Burn every city in this fucking country down
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| And the rain will turn to rivers
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| And when the rivers drown
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| Your revolution
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| We watch this all unfold
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| Climbed out that mountain made of gold
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| And we saw your soldiers marching
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| Across our blackened land
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| And all those broken hearts
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| They fill their tombs with blood
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| We are just prisoners of love
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| And all those broken hearts
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| They fill their tombs with blood
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| We are just love
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| And the final lesson came:
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| As above, so below
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| And all those broken hearts
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| They fill their tombs with blood
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| We are just prisoners of love
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| And all those broken hearts
|
| They fill their tombs with blood
|
| We are just love
|
| Set fire to the village
|
| Set fire to the town
|
| Burn every city in this fucking country down
|
| And all those broken hearts
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| They fill their tombs with blood
|
| We are just prisoners of love
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| We are all prisoners of love |