| I’ve always had trouble staying still
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| I stand next to what I hate just for the trill
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| Spent the first quarter of my life on a million dollar bill
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| 'Cause I can’t stop staring at the fire
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| We got our crosses and our buildings, build 'em tall
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| And my book’s another brick inside the wall
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| We sure make ourselves feel busy, but we don’t do much at all
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| Except sit around and stare at the fire
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| And the protesters have gathered in the streets
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| Opposite, a block full of police
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| But they both have the same problem with God as you and me
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| It’s that they just can’t stop staring at the fire
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| Watch it burn, burn, burn
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| Watch it burn, burn, burn
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| Watch it burn, burn, burn
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| Watch it burn, burn, burn
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| And to an ashram a million miles from here
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| An old man on a blanket appeared
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| He waved me to come closer, and he whispered in my ear
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| «Son, you’ve got to stop staring at the fire»
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| But all my ego trips come in flocks
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| And they tell me, «Kid, it’s really not that hot»
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| Take your anxiety and your guilt, just throw it all on top
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| Now I can’t stop standing in the fire
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| Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn
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| Watch me burn, burn, burn
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| Watch me burn, burn, burn
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| Watch me burn, burn, burn
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| Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn
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| Watch me burn, burn, burn
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| Watch me burn, burn, burn
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| Watch me burn, burn, burn |