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A woman with black and red hair, flaring in a gust of tempestuous wind, stands on a volcanic hill at night. Threads of flame are woven all around her in the black rock. She is weating a long flowing red dress and is staring at her hand which is pulsing with veins of yellow lightning. There is fire in her eyes.
Everybody stares as she goes by, cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes; watch her as she's lightin' up the night. Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl: and it's a lonely world.
But she gon' let burn, baby-burn, baby!
