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I don’t need these books, just throw them in the wood stove.
I don’t need these records, throw them in the wood stove.
I don’t need these photo albums, I don’t need my clothes.
Just burn them all and let them melt away my frozen woes.
Because everything burns.
I don’t need my car, just throw it in the wood stove.
I don’t need no friends, just throw them in the wood stove.
I don’t need my arms, my ears, and I don’t need my nose.
Just cut them off and throw them in and let them warm my toes.
Because everything burns.
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