| Vesuvius, I am here
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| You are all I have
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| Fire of fire, I’m insecure
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| For it has all been made to plan
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| Though I know I will fail
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| I cannot be made to laugh
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| For in life as in death
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| I’d rather be burned than be living in debt
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| Vesuvius, are you ghost?
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| Or the symbols of light? |
| Or of fantasy host?
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| In your breast I carry the form
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| The heart of the earth and the weapons of warmth
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| Vesuvius, the tragic oath
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| For you have destroyed the elegant smoke
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| Oracle, I fought him at last
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| They were the feast of a permanent blast
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| Vesuvius, oh be kind
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| It hasn’t occurred, no it hasn’t been said
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| Sufjan, follow the path
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| It leads to an article of eminent death
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| Sufjan, follow your heart
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| Follow the flame, or fall on the floor
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| Sufjan, the panic inside
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| The murdering ghost that you cannot ignore
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| Vesuvius, fire of fire
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| Follow me now, as I favor the host
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| Vesuvius, fire of fire
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| Follow me now, as I favor the ghost
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| Follow me now, or follow me down
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| Why does it have to be so hard? |