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And I take you down to the burning ground |
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And you change me up and you turned it around |
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In the wind and rain I'm gonna see you again |
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In the morning sun and when the day is done |
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And you take my hand and you walk with me |
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Sometimes it feels like eternity |
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And I turn the tide, I get back my pride |
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And I make you proud, won't you say it out loud? |
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When I take you down to the burning ground |
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To the burning ground, to the burning ground |
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To the burning ground, to the burning ground |
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And I take you down by the factory |
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And I show you like it has to be |
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And you understand how the work is done |
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And I pick up the sack in the midday sun |
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And I pull you through by the skin of your teeth |
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And I lift the veil, I see what's underneath |
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And you return to me and you sit on your throne |
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And you make me feel that I'm not alone |
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And I take you down to the burning ground |
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To the burning ground, to the burning ground |
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To the burning ground |
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Hey man, what's that you're carrying? |
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Feels like lead, it weighs a ton |
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Let's see if we can dump it by the side of the hill |
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Hey wait up, why don't you dump it on the burning ground? |
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Dump it down there, yeah, man, dump the jute |
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Hey, man dump the jute on the burning ground |
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Dump the jute? Yeah, you know, dump the jute, dump the jute |
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On the burning ground, on the burning ground |
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And you make me think what it's all about |
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Sometimes, I know, gonna work it out |
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And I watch you run in the crimson sun |
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Tear my shirt apart open up my heart |
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And I watch you run down on your bended knees |
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By the burnt out well, can you tell me please? |
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Between Heaven and Hell, won't you take me down? |
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To the burning ground, to the burning ground |
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To the burning ground, to the burning ground |
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And you fall and pray, when you hear that sound |
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As we're walking back to the burial mound |
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And you shake your head and you turn it around |
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And you see the flames from the burning ground |
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And you get down on your knees and pray |
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And I catch my breath as we're running away |
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And I take the jute and I throw him down |
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On the burning ground, on the burning ground |
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On the burning ground, it's on the burning ground |
