| The boys set a fire out in the field
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| And they burned down the crops and their father’s yield
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| And the men stood speechless at the sight
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| And the boys stood staring right by their side
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| Some boys set a fire out on the hill
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| And the deadwood cotton is burning still
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| And the people stand and they all hold hands
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| They sing together
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| We will shake hands with the devil and fate
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| We’ll bow to the keeper of the gate
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| We will pray forgiveness for all that we’ve done
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| Realised then we could never have won
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| Some boys set a fire out in the trees
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| The wind turned the furnace and fired the leaves
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| The smoke was a warning, lost in a breeze
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| We all born with the same disease
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| Some boys set a fire out on the hill
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| And the deadwood cotton is burning still
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| And the people stand and they all hold hands
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| They sing together
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| We will shake hands with the devil and fate
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| We’ll bow to the keeper of the gate
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| We will pray forgiveness for all that we’ve done
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| Realised then we could never have won
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| Tonight
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| Our lives will never be the same, we will never forget this day
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| The sins of our father turned us to this pyre
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| We set the mountain on fire
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| We will shake hands with the devil and fate
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| We’ll bow to the keeper of the gate
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| We will pray forgiveness for all that we’ve done
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| Realised then you should never have won
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| Tonight
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| There’s a riot on the streets of England
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| Tonight |