| I’ll tell you just what I’ve seen
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| There’s black on the silver screen
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| Like blood in the water
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| There’s blood in the water
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| Raise up a burning flag
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| Made of a paper bag
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| And brothers killing brothers
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| Down below the Spanish sky tonight
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| When you make fire with the devil
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| Don’t surprised if you get burned
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| You were among the lucky ones
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| And he only took your hands
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| I’ll tell you just what I’ve seen
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| A fatherless child that screams
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| One finger on the trigger
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| Puts all fingers on the triggers
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| Raise up your weary hands
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| Raise up your weary hands
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| And stand beside your brother
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| Down below the sky tonight
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| When you make fire with the devil
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| Don’t be surprised if you get burned
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| You were among the lucky ones
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| And he only took your hands
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| He only took your hands
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| And he only took your hands
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| When you make fire with the devil
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| Don’t be surprised if you get burned
|
| You were among the lucky ones
|
| And he only took your hands
|
| When you make fire with the devil
|
| Don’t be surprised if you get burned
|
| You were among the lucky ones
|
| And he only took your hands
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| And he only took your hands
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| And he only took your hands |