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We melted down the gold |
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The gold that we found buried in her teeth |
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For wigs her hair was sold |
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To drunken soldiers, stumbling down the street |
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Let us burn the light |
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And all that's good and right |
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Inside our hearts |
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The chemicals that caught |
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The rainbow colored shapes to fill our eyes |
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Made powder from her bones |
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Dissolving it with sugar as prescribed |
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Let us burn the light |
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And all that's good and right |
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Inside our hearts |
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With victory declared |
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Gently spread her feathers on the wall |
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Then dosing in the sleigh |
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We woke to see the stadium at dawn |
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Let us burn the light |
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And all that's good and right |
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Inside our hearts |
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We melted down the gold |
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The gold she wore when she had been a wife |
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Her secrets then were told |
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By drunken poets, tired of their lives |