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Smoke keeps rising from the coal, |
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Feed the fire and burn it slow, |
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I don't need my eyes to see it's wrong, |
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Everything I know will soon be gone. |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh |
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Kill the crops and steal the stones, |
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To make the streets and build the homes, |
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Let it down and keep moving on, |
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Everything I know will soon be gone. |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh |
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There's no more water down in the well, |
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The dirt is dry and it's hot as hell, |
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The sun keeps beating and the days are long, |
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Everything I know will soon be gone. |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh |
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Oh keep the skins and leave the bones, |
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For warm fur coats and leather thrones, |
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I don't need my eyes to see it's wrong, |
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Everything I know will soon be gone. |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh |
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Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh |
