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Bad Religion - Turn On The Light
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I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system And when it flickered out we laid him down to die, Turn on the light, Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, (yeah) A beacon in the night, Ill burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, (yeah) Ill construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses And equip it with a million tiny suns, Ill install upon the room of my compartment And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls then ill Turn on the light, Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, (yeah) A beacon in the night, Ill burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, And Ill burn like a roman fucking candle Burn like a chasm in the night Burn for a miniscule duration, Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
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