Turn on the Light Lyrics

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|TURN ON THE LIGHT|
Tabbed out by Par Svensson
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
I turn on the light,
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night,
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip it with just a million tiny suns
I'll install upon the roof 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
A beacon in the night,
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
D-D-C-D-D-C-...-D (During bass "solo")
And I'll
Bu-urn, like a Roman fucking candle
Bu-urn, like a chasm in the night
Bu-urn, for a miniscule duration
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
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