| From 12 stories high I watch the smoke against the sky
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| And the daytime turns into dark
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| Now, who would’ve thought — after all that kerosene I bought —
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| That it would only take one flaming arrow to hit the mark
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| Now I just watch your building on fire
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| I hate to say I told you so, but
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| You build me up and you burn me down
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| So I take the trick you play and turn it around
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| You build me up and you burn me down
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| And you know I love to watch you rolling on the ground
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| You give what you get, guess you haven’t learned that lesson yet
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| Or maybe do I have that the other way around?
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| The fire I set — I see it hasn’t reached your room yet
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| And I know you’d never survive the fall all the way to the ground
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| I know you haven’t replaced your alarm
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| Now I just watch your building on fire
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| I hate to say I told you so, but
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| You build me up and you burn me down
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| So I take the trick you play and turn it around
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| You build me up and you burn me down
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| And you know I love to watch you rolling on the ground
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| From 12 stories high I watch the smoke clear from the sky
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| And the dark day turns back to bright
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| Your cat licks its claws, cleans the soot from off its paws
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| And the news helicopters linger through the night
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| You build me up and you burn me down
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| So I take the trick you play and turn it around
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| You build me up and you burn me down
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| And you know I love to watch you rolling on the ground
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| I know you love to watch me rolling on the ground |