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Thoughts right now
I picked up a magazine
Ohh, here we go
Fifteen hundred years
Fifteen hundred years right here
Burning witches, burning books
Burning babies and their looks
Yes, indeed
Burning everything that's sacred in my jeans
Thoughts right now
She's been everybody else's girl
Thoughts right now, now
Thoughts right now
Right now
Am i here?
Am i here?
Never here
I'm never here
I'm never here
I'm never here
Never a bird
Or a flower in the tree
Or the pain of the respect thereof
Yes, indeed
Thoughts right now
What will become of me?
Become of her?
Become of we, babe yeah?
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