| Burn, Burn, Burn the paper screamed out loud
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| Die, Die, Die, sang the voices in the crowd
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| Lock him up and throw him in a cell
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| He didn’t really do it and you know full well
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| So, burn, burn, burn the papers screamed out loud
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| Die, Die, Die sang the voices in the crowd
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| And when it was over where did you go
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| To look at the photos of a dead hero
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| He was a victim of inhuman revenge
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| He was a scapegoat for political ends
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| And no one knows if he did it or not
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| They never thought of that when they tightened the knot
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| Burn, burn, burn the papers screamed out loud
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| Die, die, die sang the voices in the crowd
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| Lock him up and throw him in a cell
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| He didn’t really do it and you know full well
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| He didn’t do it, He didn’t do it
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| He wasn’t there but you don’t really care |