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free falling fire beads
like little drum beats
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prepare us for the beat
protect us from the heat
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dum
doom
doom
doom, trot, oh, they trot.
there come horses on the road
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hoof, they say, yeah! they say
men with horses, baby feet
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baby feet, full of myth
come the men with baby feet!
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coming to claim, riding to claim
back what i thought i won in vain
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i hear the men, i hear their call:
embrace the heat and forget the song
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see; signal the men, torch they pyre
as vultures turn in widening gyre
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sizzles my being, aches my ribs
my flesh comes off! piece by piece!
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burns dante, burns the boy
horsemen sing but with joy!
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shriek i do, scream i do
as just my mouth they not burn do
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now i am a man, i am a man
though my mouth says what i am!
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dim!
