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Burning fire freezing air;
Heart’s desire feels impaired--
Nothing in this world is fair,
Burning fire freezing air.

Clip the crop with the sickle,
People fake; people fickle.
Greet the day and morning dew
With a smile not made for you.
Circumcise the newborn child,
Wonder why he grows up wild.
Send a hero straight to hell,
Say goodbye and wish him well.

Burning fire freezing air;
Heart’s desire feels impaired--
Nothing in this world is fair,
Burning fire freezing air.

I’m Held accustomed to believe
My heart is tattooed on my sleeve,
The haven of my holy dreams,
Is like a dying dove it seems.
Rest assured my rent is paid
On the ground where I’ll be laid.
Legend told of living art--
Rest in peace my beating heart.

Burning fire freezing air:
Heart’s desire feels impaired--
Nothing in this world is fair,
Burning fire freezing air.

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