They left me, leaving my house on fire, me running round ---
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got out through the window.
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While clinging to the skirts of fate
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was not my idea of fun
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I'll jump to it gladly.
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The town was filled with smoke and hate.
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Came to my senses just too late
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to realize that all I ever owned
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was borrowed. I thanked them for having shown
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me that nothing ever really belongs to anyone.
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They burned my books and they broke my car,
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and gave the dog to a man who used him for breeding.
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They felled my trees and they tramped flowers and threw
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the kitten into my new pool.
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The same things done to other men had made them run away from the city.
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This being the case, I joined them there and breathing air spent
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the night with these new friends.
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Saturation
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| Jethro Tull |
