| Burn, burn house on fire
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| I’m so sick and tired
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| I can still remember your sound
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| It is cut, cut, cutting me down
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| I’m locked and loaded
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| You’re so milk and roses
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| And I am just a lapdog, I’m your hound
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| It is cut, cut, cutting me down
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| Like a slow poison
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| Cut me down like a slow poison
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| Sing me one more hymnal
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| I have found my angel
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| Oh, oh, oh, she walks upon the ground
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| It is cut, cut, cutting me down
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| I’m an empty can
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| I’m a stranger in a strange, strange land
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| Gone, gone, just gone without a sound
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| It is cut, cut cutting me down
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| Like slow poison
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| Cutting down like slow poison
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| And all my dreams are only dreams
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| And all my schemes are only schemes
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| And if this is my punishment
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| Then I want my crime to fit
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| Burn, burn house on fire
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| I’m so sick and tired
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| I can still remember your sound
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| It is cut, cut cutting me down
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| Like slow poison
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| Cut down like slow poison
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| It’s cutting me Like slow poison
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| Sing me one more hymnal
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| I have found my angel
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| Oh, oh, oh, she walks upon the ground
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| It is cut, cut, cutting me down |