It's a pleasure to burn
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The flame warms my skin
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Four hundred fifty one degrees
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When book paper burns
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And it burns, and we burn
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We're firemen
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long ago I heard they put fires out
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Now we blaze ideas for you
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I grin a fierce grin
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As flames turn me back
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Kerosene is spit from this hose
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The blood it pounds in my head
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In my head, your books are dead
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Thoughts in your head,
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Books can't be read or you'll be dead
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big brother said thoughts are dead
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It's fine work that we do
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being a fireman has it's rewards
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Monday burn Melville
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Wednesday-Wordsworth
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Friday-Faulkner
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Burn books to ash then burn the ash
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Don't question what I do
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Questions are just for fools
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Houses have always been flame proof
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Firemen don't put out flames
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we've always burnt books
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everyone knows
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burn books to ash then burn the ash
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Montag
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Steel Prophet |