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It's a pleasure to burn |
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The flame warms my skin |
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Four hundred fifty one degrees |
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When book paper burns |
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And it burns, and we burn |
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We're firemen long ago |
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I heard they put fires out |
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Now we blaze ideas for you |
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I grin a fierce grin |
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As flames turn me back |
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Kerosene is spit from this hose |
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The blood it pounds in my head |
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In my head, your books are dead |
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Thoughts in your head, |
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Books can't be read or you'll be dead big brother said thoughts are dead |
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It's fine work that we do being a fireman has it's rewards |
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Monday burn |
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Melville Wednesday- |
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Wordsworth |
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Friday-Faulkner |
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Burn books to ash then burn the ash |
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Don't question what |
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I do Questions are just for fools |
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Houses have always been flame proof |
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Firemen don't put out flames we've always burnt books everyone knows burn books to ash then burn the ash |
