| Oh why are we so sad?
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| Are we feeling hurt by their evil eyes and all those empty words?
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| We are thirsty for payback?
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| What would we like to do with the town?
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| Wouldn’t we like to make it dance (Ha ha ha ha) with the animal?
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| Would we? |
| Would we?
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| Tell us, what we would like to do.
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| Burn it. |
| Burn it all…
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| Burn honey, burn, let the fire eat away
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| I never liked the look of this town
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| Burn it down now
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| I’ll run, they all know what I’ve done
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| I fetch my gear and take my leave from this mountain
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| I never had a chance to prove I wasn’t guilty,
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| I always seemed to get blamed for
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| Every little crime, I didn’t even have a name for…
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| Still running, still defeated in my mind
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| I never even tried to defend my own pride
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| The father ain’t always like the son
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| They claim we’ve purloined, I’m not the one…
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| The story always goes, when the anger within
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| Builds up for too long…
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| Takes us over…
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| And we all are forced to obey, hey…
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| It was a match made in Hell,
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| Now the whole mountain burns
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| And every man gets what no man deserves
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| Our beloved kin never learned to fit in Now I pay for my name, live my life in sin
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| How much less can I ask from you people?
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| This town stays in disarray
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| 'Til the rules are the same for us all, hey…
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| I’ve ran on this mountain, with no guilt of my own
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| The trees and the rocks, every cave, every hole
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| I dropped them a line, «Beware, this mountain will
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| blow in your face. |
| My last saving grace…»
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| Bells toll all over town, burn, burn until it’s all gone
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| Game over, what was a bad joke is now a reality show…
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| Oh, we all are forced to obey… oh, we ALL are forced to obey…
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| I climbed up the mountain,
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| And dug a grave for each day of pain,
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| It’s in the past, this moment’s so frail…
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| I am what you made me With years of abuse, so burn!!! |
| (Burn, burn, burn)
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| It was a match made in Hell,
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| Now the whole mountain burns
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| And every man gets what no man deserves
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| Our beloved kin never learned to fit in Now I pay for my name, live my life in sin
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| How much less can I ask from you people?
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| This town stays in disarray
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| 'Til the rules are the same for us all
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| Our beloved kin never learned to fit in Now I pay for my name, live my life in sin
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| How much less can I ask from you people?
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| I hereby declare a martial law
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| And you all, we all are forced to obey… hey! |