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Turn on The Light

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,
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, (yeah)

I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip it with a million tiny suns,
I'll install upon the room of my compartment
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls then i'll

Turn on the light,
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, (yeah)
A beacon in the night,
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry,

And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle
Burn like a chasm in the night
Burn for a miniscule duration,
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight

Bad Religion

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