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Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc |
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as she came riding through the dark; |
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no moon to keep her armour bright, |
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no man to get her through this very smoky night. |
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She said, "I'm tired of the war, |
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I want the kind of work I had before, |
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a wedding dress or something white |
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to wear upon my swollen appetite." |
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Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way, |
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you know I've watched you riding every day |
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and something in me yearns to win |
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such a cold and lonesome heroine. |
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"And who are you?" she sternly spoke |
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to the one beneath the smoke. |
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"Why, I'm fire," he replied, |
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"And I love your solitude, I love your pride." |
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La la la la la la la.... |
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"Then fire, make your body cold, |
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I'm going to give you mine to hold," |
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saying this she climbed inside |
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to be his one, to be his only bride. |
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And deep into his fiery heart |
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he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
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and high above the wedding guests |
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he hung the ashes of her wedding dress. |
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La la la la la la la.... |
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It was deep into his fiery heart |
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he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
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and then she clearly understood |
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if he was fire, oh then she must be wood. |
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I saw her wince, I saw her cry, |
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I saw the glory in her eye. |
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Myself I long for love and light, |
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but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? |
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La la la la la la la.... |