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Burn

Burn

and they were all gathered around the cross
dancing and singing yahoo the witch is dead
O I know some recognized the loss
and sometimes I wonder

how long it's gonna be until it's my turn
and will I be strong enough to take it like a man
when it's my turn 
to burn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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