i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
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he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high,
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i guess it mad him feel like he could
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buck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to die,
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turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant white
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incendiary lights, a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly until
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my juice runs dry, i'll construckt a rock of tempered beams and
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trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon the
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roof on my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
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then i'll turn on the light... and i'll burn lika a roman fucking
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candle, like a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstatic
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immolation, incorrigible delight
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Turn On The Light
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| Bad Religion |
