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This place, home for all generations, never been to small |
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When all life worked hand in hand |
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The centuries passed one by one |
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Without changing the circumstances that we needed to be there |
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Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born |
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To feed the firestorm |
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Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on |
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We'll feed the firestorm |
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And then slowly but sure |
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Explorers and inventors stepped into the system they didn't understand |
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That's when the trouble began |
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And when the time marched on, they had learned how to destroy |
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Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born |
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To feed the firestorm |
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Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on |
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We'll feed the firestorm |
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Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born |
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To feed the firestorm |
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Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on |
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We'll feed the firestorm |
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The end of the story is, nothing's impossible |
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And that's what we're afraid of |
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Apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames |
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Guess we missed the lesson modesty |
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Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born |
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To feed the firestorm |
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Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on |
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We'll feed the firestorm |
