| And I take you down to the burning ground
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| And you change me up and you turned it around
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| In the wind and rain I’m gonna see you again
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| In the morning sun and when the day is done
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| And you take my hand and you walk with me Sometimes it feels like eternity
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| And I turn the tide I get back my pride
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| And I make you proud won’t you say it out loud
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| When I take you down to the burning ground
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| To the burning ground, to the burning ground
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| To the burning ground, to the burning ground
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| And I take you down by the factory
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| And I show you like it has to be And you understand how the work is done
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| And I pick up the sack in the midday sun
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| And I pull you through by the skin of your teeth
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| And I lift the veil, I see what’s underneath
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| And you return to me and you sit on your throne
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| And you make me feel that I’m not alone
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| And I take you down to the burning ground
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| To the burning ground, to the burning ground
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| To the burning ground
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| Hey man, what’s that you’re carrying?
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| Feels like lead
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| It weighs a ton — let’s see if we can dump it by the side of the hill
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| Hey wait up, why don’t you dump it on the burning ground
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| Dump it down there
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| Yeh man, dump the Jute
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| Hey man dump the Jute on the burning ground
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| Dump the Jute?
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| Yeh you know, dump the Jute
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| Dump the Jute!
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| On the burning ground
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| On the burning ground
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| And you make me think what it’s all about
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| Sometimes I know gonna work it out
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| And I watch you run in the crimson sun
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| Tear my shirt apart open up my heart
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| And I watch you run
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| Down on your bended knees
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| By the burnt out well
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| Can you tell me please
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| Between heaven and hell
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| Won’t you take me down
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| To the burning ground, to the burning ground
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| To the burning ground, to the burning ground
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| And you fall and pray, when you hear that sound
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| As we’re walking back to the burial mound
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| And you shake your head and you turn it around
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| And you see the flames from the burning ground
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| And you get down on your knees and pray
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| And I catch my breath as we’re running away
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| And I take the Jute and I throw him down
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| On the burning ground, on the burning ground
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| On the burning ground, it’s on the burning ground… |