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We all came out to Montreux |
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On the Lake Geneva shoreline |
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To make records with a mobile |
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We didn't have much time |
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Frank Zappa and the Mothers |
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Were at the best place around |
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But some stupid with a flare gun |
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Burned the place to the ground, now |
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Smoke on the water |
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A fire in the sky |
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Smoke on the water |
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But burning down |
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You know, they burned down the gambling house |
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It died with an awful sound |
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Funky Claude was running in and out |
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He was pulling kids out the ground |
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When it all was over |
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We had to find another place |
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Swiss time was running out |
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It seemed that we would lose the race, now |
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Smoke on the water |
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A fire in the sky, burning, burning |
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Smoke on the water |
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Down to the ground |
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Hear you play |
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You know now, we ended up at the Grand Hotel |
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It was empty cold and bare |
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With the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside |
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Making our music there |
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Few red lights and a few old beds |
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We made a place to sweat |
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No matter what we get out of this |
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I know, I know we'll never forget, now |
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Smoke on the water |
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A fire in the sky |
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Smoke on the water |
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Everywhere, everywhere |
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See me burn, alright now |
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It was tumblin' down |
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Burn, burn, burn, yeah |
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It's burning down, oh baby |
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It's burning down |
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It's burning down |
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Burning down |
