| Come burning
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| Are you going to burn with me?
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| Won’t you come burning?
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| The world is watching
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| All the king’s men riding hard
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| All their horses foaming
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| And if they were to catch us we’d be set ablaze
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| Burn!
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| Won’t you come burning
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| All the dissident ones
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| Come and walk the line and you will burn with me
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| Witches yes, slaves never
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| And still I speak
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| A heretic amongst you
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| Don’t you let me live too long
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| Burn!
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| Could you imagine the pain
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| Why would my country men let me down
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| They’re bearing witness just to save their skin
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| That this might keep them from burning
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| They’d sell their mothers just to save their skin
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| That this might keep them alive
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| The marks I’m bearing are oh so deep
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| My will ingrained at birth
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| To flood true darkness with light and reverse
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| You’ll see my covenant to keep
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| Your judgment in the hands of the most inept
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| Condemn those similar to burn with me
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| But the night is still young
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| I’m also feeling very bold
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| I think I’ll do some burning of my own |