Bad Religion - Turn On The Light

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I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
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He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
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I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
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And when it flickered out we laid him down to die
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I turn on the light,
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Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
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A beacon in the night,
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I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

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And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
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And equip it with just a million tiny suns
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I'll install upon the roof of my compartment
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And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
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Then I'll turn on the light,
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Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
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A beacon in the night,
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I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

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D-D-C-D-D-C-...-D (During bass "solo")

And I'll

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Bu-urn, like a Roman fucking candle
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Bu-urn, like a chasm in the night
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Bu-urn, for a miniscule duration
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Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight

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