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Harum Procol Home With Bonus Tracks

to die - the crowds reward you About to die - their cheers ignore you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the chosen one No candle burned with

Did you hear what happened to Jenny Droe? Couldn't believe it, but it's true Twenty-six, and now she's dead I wish that I could've died instead Did you

I'll bathe my eyes in a river of salt I'll grow myself right up to the sky I'll sing in the forest, tear down the trees I'll foul all the fountains and

- soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness struck with

Ain't gonna ride that whisky train Ain't gonna burn up no more flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train To think