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Poets Of The Fall Fire

smithereens... Oh, and the ones we choose Oh, witch hunting fools I feel the fire... Look there it is in the news again, yeah There it goes singing the blues again Fire flare alight inside me... Fire

in smithereens... Oh, and the ones we choose Oh, witch hunting fools I feel the fire... Look there it is in the news again, yeah There it goes singing the blues again Fire flare alight inside me... Fire

s a reason not to confide What you rule and what you believe Start the bleeding...bleeding Believing all or nothing We are not in supply The poet made us suffer The poet