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You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burnt (ha)
I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn

These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
 
Fingers point when hands are tied
Sink or swim, the loaded die
And you, you who gave us these brooms
And dare to look surprised
You never stopped to think we'd learn to fly

Remember you who tell the tale of how we climbed those pyres
They weren't burning witches, it was women on those fires
 
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