| This hills are burning, fields turn to steel
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| The big house is haunted with what we don’t feel
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| The streets are empty, no one ever comes around
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| So you know they won’t make a sound
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| Burn down this town
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| My lungs are blackened with the smoke and sobs
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| So just be a man and finish the job
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| And I’ll watch you from this distant place I’ve found
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| Oh you know I won’t make a sound
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| Burn down this town
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| The clapboard jail and the co-op board
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| The garden club and the bedroom door
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| The sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall
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| The Christmas tree
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| Just burn it all
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| The sky is falling with ash and mud
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| We gotta make the promise, yeah blood to blood
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| So shut the door then slowly turn around
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| Now you know you can’t make a sound
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| Burn down this town
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| The clapboard jail and the co-op board
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| The garden club and the bedroom door
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| The sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall
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| The Christmas tree
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| Just burn it all
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| Burn down this town |