| Well they come and pull me from my house
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| And they drag my body through the streets
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| And the sun’s so hot I think I’ll catch fire and burn up
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| in the summer air so moist and sweet
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| And the people all come out to cheer
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| Rocks in the pathway break my skin
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| And there’s honeysuckle on the faint breeze today
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| With every breath I’m drawing in
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| I want to cry out but I don’t scream and I don’t shout
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| And I feel so proud to be alive
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| And I feel so proud when the reckoning arrives
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| Crowds grow denser by the second
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| As we near the center of the town
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| And they dig a trench right in the main square right there
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| And they pick me up and throw me down
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| And I start laughing like a child
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| And I mark their faces one by one
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| Transfigurations gonna come for me at last
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| And I will burn hotter than the sun
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| I waited so long and now I taste jasmine on my tongue
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| And I feel so proud to be alive
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| And I feel so proud when the reckoning arrives |