| Every time you come around
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| I feel the flames upon my back
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| Is that the devil on my track
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| Planning her attack
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| And I can’t stick around
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| Now I ain’t ever coming back
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| You see the picture fade to black
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| Whoa, I’ll show you to the fire
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| I’ll show you to the fire
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| Sit and watch you burn alive
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| Hold up it’s hot in here, it’s hot, it’s hot in here
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| Had all I could handle
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| I saw the train and packed my bags
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| It sat alone and off the tracks
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| The driver so relaxed
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| The man in the shadows
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| I heard him laughing from the back
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| Said you can come but there’s a catch
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| You paid your fare now pay the tax
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| Whoa, I’ll show you to the fire
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| I’ll show you to the fire
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| Sit and watch you burn alive
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| Hold up it’s hot in here, it’s hot, it’s hot in here
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| Oh, sweet chariot -- won’t you take me away
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| Won’t you free my mind
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| Free my soul
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| Whoa, I’ll show you to the fire
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| I’ll show you to the fire
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| Sit and watch you burn alive
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| Hold up it’s hot in here, it’s hot, it’s hot in here |