There is truth beneath the floorboards;
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there is hope in brick and stone.
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But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
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leave well enough alone.
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But I think maybe all that's needed,
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is a match and gasoline;
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because I don't think that any one of them believes that there will be a reckoning.
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But I will see this city burn.
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There are still good shepherds scattered,
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but they're far between and few.
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And the sheep's skin that the wolves all wear is so thin I see right through.
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And I think maybe all that's need is some gas and open flame,
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because I don't think that any one of them believes that fire can erase their names.
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But I will see this city burn.
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I said I will see this city burn.
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We will burn it down and build it again,
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what was buried in flame.
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Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.
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I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
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I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
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There is truth beneath the floorboards;
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there is hope in brick and stone.
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But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
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leave well enough alone.
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But I think that maybe all that's needed is some flint and hardened steel;
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because I don't think that any one of them believes that the revolution's real.
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We will burn it down and build it again,
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what was buried in flame.
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Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.
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I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
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I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
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It will burn.
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The Arsonist
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