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turn it on, let it glow,
till its late enough to know,
light it up, burn it down,
till the ashes start to blow,
hands held high, for one last time..
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as we all get torn between,
the world keeps burning,
and for mistakes we never did,
we get turned in,
we feel messed up,
still not give up,
and ..
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