the air my lungs first loved
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carves craters from my eyes
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they said "breathe deeply son
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or be the next to die"
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Beneath the falling night
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and heaven's shutting gate
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pray keep your tongue held tight
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or suffer the same fate
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the blood on our black gloves
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it is none of your concern
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if you want to call our bluff
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get in line and wait your turn
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and watch the witches burn"
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Don't flinch when innocents
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are dancing with the flame
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if they wanted to live
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they'd learn to play the game
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You can still walk away
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if you just hold your tongue
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if you'd just walk away
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you'd live to see the sun but"
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Under this killing moon
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under this burning sky
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the fire's shining groom
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I hold my breath and close my eyes
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"The blood on our black gloves
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it is none of your concern
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if you want to call our bluff
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get in line and wait your turn
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and watch the witches burn
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we'll watch the witches burn"
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Under A Killing Moon
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| Thrice |
