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This house is on fire |
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Kick off your boots, come and sit a spell |
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Listen to me worry, come and listen well |
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All you better best come and lean in boys |
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'Cause I don't dare to raise my voice |
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I've been sitting here for the longest time |
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Reading all the warning and the danger signs |
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I don't have the gift of the prophecy |
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Telling everybody how it's gonna be |
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Soon come, soon come the day |
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This tinderbox is gonna blow in your face |
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I don't have the gift of the prophecy |
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Telling everybody how it's gonna be |
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You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong |
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People only stand for that for just so long |
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It's all gonna catch like a house on fire |
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Spark an evil blaze and burn higher |
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Well, I don't have the gift of the prophecy |
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Telling everybody how it's gonna be |
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You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong |
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People only stand for that for just so long |
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I don't have the gift of the prophecy |
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Telling everybody how it's gonna be |
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There's a wild fire catching in the whip of the wind |
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That could start a conflagration |
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Like there has never been |
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This house is on fire |
