| Our past is in a graveyard
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| Makin' stew out of the bones
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| And a neighbor’s gonna call the cops again
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| Although it’s better left alone
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| In the sky, the birds are circlin'
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| If I ask them to, will they
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| Lead me to my grave?
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| How does it feel
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| To know the torch is in your hand?
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| This fake skin
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| Oh, it could make you sick
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| Make you understand
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| That the only word is fire
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| And the only song is the
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| Singing of the flame
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| And if there’s some revelation
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| It isn’t in my hand
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| Oh, if there’s some celebration
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| I haven’t heard the plan
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| Oh, la la la la la la la la
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| Let me lose my head
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| Let me close my eyes in the ashes of love
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| And in the light I’ll join the dead
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| 'Cause the best have no position
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| And the worst are full of
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| Passionate belief
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| Under my head
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| You know the dream is lyin' dead
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| Under my heart
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| Oh where the breath begins, it begins again
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| If you ask for me tomorrow
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| I’ll be in the sky, I’ll be
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| Blowin' in the wind
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| And if there’s some revelation
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| It isn’t in my hand
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| Oh, if there’s some celebration
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| I haven’t heard the plan
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| Oh, la la la la la la la la
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| Let me lose my head
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| Let me close my eyes in the ashes of love
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| And in the light I’ll join the dead
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| 'Cause the best have no position
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| And the worst are full of
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| Passionate belief
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| (But it wasn’t like he said)
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| (The sun was down, the birds were gone)
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, la la la la la la la la
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| Let me lose my head
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| Let me close my eyes in the ashes of love
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| And in the light I’ll join the dead
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| 'Cause the best have no position
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| And the worst are full of
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| Passionate belief |