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Someone set fire to the field last night |
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Turned himself in this morning |
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No, I don't think you knew him |
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But that's not the point |
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The cops asked why he'd done it |
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As they fastened up the cuffs. |
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He looked at what he'd done and said, |
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"Guess I just don't know. |
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I just don't know." |
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But you can feel it in your heart |
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Feel it in your soul |
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Feel it go around until you lose control |
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And there's just a few things |
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That can't be told |
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Don't you feel it burn? |
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There was this friend that you and I had |
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There were a few things that he believed in |
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And then one by one he found some flaws |
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And now he's not so sure |
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No, he's not that sure. |
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I woke up alone this morning |
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And I looked around the room |
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And some day there's gonna be hell to pay |
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I know. |
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Yeah. I know |