| Down in amongst the streets tonight
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| Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil
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| (turmoil turns rejoiceful)
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| Shed your fears and lose your guilt
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| Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire
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| We’ll watch the flames grow higher!
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| But if you get too burnt, you can’t come back home
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| And as I was standing by the edge
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| I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing
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| (and the flames grew)
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| Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said
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| The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
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| We feast on flesh and drink on blood
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| Live by fear and dispise love in a crises
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| (what with today’s high prices)
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| Bring some paper and bring some wood
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| Bring what’s left of all your love for the fire
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| We’ll watch the flames grow higher!
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| But if you get too burnt — you can’t come back home
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| And as I was standing by the edge
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| I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing
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| (and the flames grew)
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| Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said
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| The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
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| In the funeral pyre
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| We’ll watch the flames grow higher
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| But if you get too burnt — you can’t come back home
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| (well I feel so old, when I feel so young
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| well I just can’t grow up to meet the demands) |