The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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With a pen in one hand, taking us and burned on kerosine
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Headed for a fire would find us something to believe
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Wallowing round with dirty hands on wires
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Singing songs in dischord choirs
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Screaming in brail, no temptress prize
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Could ever yield anything so real
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be
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Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city
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When the rain falls ever after
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The swinging vines hang dead in rafters
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Blood rush to (here?) your head induces of laughter endlessly
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and long gone, but the riot inside moves on
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Can't explain it, it was something to see
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Can't contain something ethereal
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Ethereal
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Can't explain it, it was something to see
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Can't contain something so ethereal
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Ethereal
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on
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Original Fire
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