| You’ve got a right to have your doubts
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| With a soul like me about
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| When a power comes to me
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| From a source I cannot see
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| I’ll plant seeds and watch them die
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| I’ll bring honey from on high
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| And I’ll even give the lightning bolts
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| Their turn
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| I won’t be burned, I won’t be burned
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| I will lie in lion’s dens without concern
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| I won’t be burned, I won’t be burned
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| I will hold the olive branch between my teeth
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| And feel the feathers underneath
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| I won’t be burned
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| You’ve got a right to have your day
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| When the bushes turn to flames
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| If a vision hits your head and brings that light
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| It transpires as a spark
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| And illuminates the dark
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| And the joy will be delivered in return
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| I won’t be burned, I won’t be burned
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| I will lie in lion’s dens without concern
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| I won’t be burned, I won’t be burned
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| I will hold the olive branch between my teeth
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| And feel the feathers underneath
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| I won’t be burned |