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She
burns friends like a piece of wood |
Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her Friend or enemy we're all to blame She'll burn us bad She'll flaunt her flame She'll make us remember, remember her name If she sits still like she knows she could She could win this game and be the queen for good Save herself up for the cream of the crop Then she'll look us up when she's ready to stop Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture She's just someone's favorite daughter Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters Friends and enemies are all that came To burn her name Crush her flame We're all to blame |