| The scent of sulfur is strong
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| The matches are gone
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| And I’m watching bad books burning
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| The scent of sulfur is strong
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| The matches are gone
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| And I’m watching bad books burning
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| The scent of sulfur is strong
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| The matches are gone
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| And I’m watching bad books burning
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| And how could it be that
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| The people they read
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| And don’t remember anything?
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| Tear off the pieces
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| Of words in this book
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| So I can restore clear vision
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| I tried lies (they cripple crowded rooms and)
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| Lies take way too much time to climb a mountain
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| I hope that you know that I cried 'til I fell asleep
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| It was the best thing
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| By design, you’re dragging, awake dreaming
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| And I’ll make it seem we’re draggin'
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| We’re draggin' all the way home
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| Now a fool-hearted pawn
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| The insane are gone
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| And I’ll release all your patience
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| Stop this bus without breaks
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| The rest will be cake
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| As long as we just continue
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| Be alone, I’ll just be
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| Alone I’ll find out
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| What’s wrong with this situation
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| The scent of sulfur is strong
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| The matches are gone
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| And I’m watching bad books burning
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| The scent of sulfur is strong
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| The matches are gone
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| And I’m watching bad books burning
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| I ripped the jaw of the lion’s mouth
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| Beside the flock of foolish sheep
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| Where I will stop with naked feet
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| I hope that you know that I cried 'til I fell asleep
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| It was the best thing
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| And by design, you’re dragging, awake dreaming
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| And I’ll make it seem we’re draggin'
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| We’re draggin' all the way home
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| And put billboards up
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| Spread this noose
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| And rip people from their caves
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| And show them something real
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| I tried lies (they cripple crowded rooms)
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| Lies take way too much time to climb a mountain
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| Fed up too many times and the plate is still full
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| Scents and depictions of wise men and fools
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| Nothing but truthfulness and nothing but lies
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| In between martyrs for gold coins and glass
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| Picture me first and then picture me last
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| Not enough smooth stones to go around here
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| Too many rough roads and painted in fear
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| And don’t forget, please, the steps I have taken
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| To get you as far as to not be awakened
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| In my own mouth
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| In my own mouth
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| In my own mouth
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| In my own mouth
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| In my own mouth |