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Burn, Satan, burn |
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Burn, Satan, burn |
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The separations coming, the sheep from the goats |
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There are only two sides, no inbetweeners hope |
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For all our friends that you've got hold |
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And made them slaves they don't know |
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For them I will not sin in ceasing to pray |
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But I'll be glad when your damned, time will not delay |
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Burn, Satan, burn |
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Burn, Satan, burn |
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The separations coming, the sheep from the goats |
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There are only two sides, no inbetweeners hope |
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For now we must deal with it as it is unto this day |
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We wrestle not against flesh and blood, so we'll be glad to say |
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Burn, Satan, burn |
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Burn, Satan, burn |
