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A cart rolled through the town |
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And people all around |
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Gathered for the burning of the witch |
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They grit their teeth in anger |
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They raise their arms in fear |
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The burning stake was ready for that bitch |
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Singing burn her |
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Burn her Burn her to the ground |
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Singing burn her sins |
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Burn her pride |
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Burn her till she dies |
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They tie her to the stake |
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People shout abuse |
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They want to hear the sizzling of her flesh |
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She looks at them and curses |
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Each one of them in town |
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The execution flame put to the ground |
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Singing burn her. . . |
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You cannot see her body |
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Smoke is all around |
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All you hear is the sizzling of her flesh |
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Fire burns so quickly |
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Smoke begins to clear |
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Preacher man stood up, announced her dead |
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Singing burn her. . . |
