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It said, «You pick the poison, I’ll push the plundger like a good friend would.»

And I’ve seen the shadows that crawl behind over those tall tree lines.

They say there’s nothing new here, you just turn around and run.

Lot’a fire, Lot’a fire, Lot’a fire, Lot’a fire, let it role me to sleep.

Burning hotter, burning higher, burning hotter, burning higher, let it role.

My heart a’pounding, I ask you aside, cut through the crimson coal assend to

greyend skies.

You say, «You kick the bucket, I’ll leave it hanging like a good friend would.»

And I’ve seen the shadows that crawl behind over those tall tree lines.

They say there’s nothing new here, you just turn around and run.

Lot’a fire, Lot’a fire, Lot’a fire, Lot’a fire, let it role me to sleep.

Burning hotter, burning higher, burning hotter, burning higher, let it role.

My hands a’trembling, I open his eyes, fell through the blue and gold echoes of

passerbyes.

You say, «You push the button, I’ll leave you running,

like a good friend would.

And I’ve seen the sunlight that rose behind, over those tall tree lines.

They say there’s nothing new here, you just turn around and run.