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He was lost in a kerosene dream |
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Fuelled by the urge inside |
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Always been told not to play with fire |
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Never was one to abide |
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It all started way back when |
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When the neighbor's house burnt down |
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Hypnotized by the burning flame |
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And in that flame his love was found |
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Now time went on like it always does |
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No one knew about his love affair |
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Love it was it's a twisted game |
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Now he's gone with out a prayer |
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Today he learnt his lesson well |
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Today he burnt like you do in hell |
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I wish this tale could end another way |
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In twisted games we should never play |
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Now I'll tell you another tale |
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About a boy who loved his gun |
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His 45 was his one best friend |
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Twisted games that can't be won |
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Another day or so they thought |
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No one knew what was to come |
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This little town will never be the same |
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With a little boy who loved his gun |
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Today he learnt his lesson well |
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Today he burnt his one last shell |
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I wish this tale could end another way |
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Twisted games we should never play |
