| Books are burning in the main square
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| And I saw there, the fire eating the text
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| Books are burning in the still air
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| And you know where they burn books, people are next
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| I believe the printed word should be forgiven
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| Doesn’t matter what it said
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| Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
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| Key to the larder for your heart and your head
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| Books are burning in our own town
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| Watch us turn 'round and cast our glances elsewhere
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| Books are burning in the playground
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| Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair
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| Well, I believe the printed word is more than sacred
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| Beyond the gauge of good or bad
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| The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
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| Above the violence of the fearful and sad
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| The church of matches
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| Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
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| The church of matches
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| Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams, it’s quite obscene
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| Books are burning, more each day now
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| And I pray now, you boys will tire of these games
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| Books are burning, I hope somehow
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| This will allow, a phoenix up from the flames |