| Old de Spain oppressing me
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| Promised wealth and fields of gold
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| Bright sunlight has blinded me
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| (Burn, burn, never return)
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| He ran my life
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| Manikin style
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| So now I burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| To never return
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| Oh, oh, ohh…
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| Old de Spain has a harvest mind
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| (Burn, burn, never return)
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| His cracking whip has marked my back
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| (Burn, burn, never return)
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| Oh, I was taxed for piles of cash
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| (Burn, burn, never return)
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| So I got a can of gasoline
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| To burn, burn, burn, burn
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| And never return
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| Oh, oh, ohh…
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| Old de Spain hiding 'neath his rug
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| Stop pulling my strings, you smug ol' thug
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| Oh, this can is ripe for my revolt
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| This brand of fire and flames
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| Is now meant for you
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| So you’ll burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| And when the sky is colored red
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| And I’m on my way to another town
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| Oh, I will get my freedom, sir
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| Make my own rules, play my own strings
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| So burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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| And never return
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| Oh, oh, ohh…
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| You’ve gotta burn… |