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Burn It Down

Come swiftly my dear
Don't make a sound
Come to the window slowly
And see how it burns

Crash & burn you to the ground you fool
Listen to all
For the sounds they make
Yesterday it was nothing
Today they can't live
Anything we take
They fight to keep

Burn it down 
Let's burn this mother down
Your out of luck 
cause we don't give a 
To burn it down 
Let's burn this mother down

Suddenly you see
What couldn't be seen
You cherrish the moments, anguish & pain
Slavery came the day it all changed
Holding it tight is just a memory

Daring to say
It's close to your heart
A fool you are and a lair I add
Nothing I spare
but a soul I leave
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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