| Sinner, you better get ready.
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| Oh, you better get ready, hallelujah!
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| Sinner, you better get ready.
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| Time is comin' when the sinner must die.
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| The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day.
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| Sucked down to the rich neighborhood, near the fireworks display.
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| Green lawns, washed in black, all reflecting exploding light
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| Crept up to a house, big and white, with the back door open wide
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| There’s no owner,
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| Among suburban paupers
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| Independence Day
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| For a petty thief
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| Independence Day
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| For a scoundrel
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| We all know they stared like zombies at the red and blue and grey.
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| Every soul was in the bleachers, about four blocks away.
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| From aside, they shouted like thunder clouds,
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| for a town bein' laid to waste
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| My heart was beatin' on «boom boom boom boom!»,
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| as we filled up our pillow case.
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| Free-
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| dom.
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| Sinner, you better get ready.
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| Oh, you better get ready, hallelujah!
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| Sinner, you better get ready.
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| Time is comin' when the sinner must die.
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| (Yeah!)
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| (Yeah!)
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| The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day.
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| (Yeah!) |