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Lyrics for 'Turn On The Light' by 'Bad Religion'
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
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