notre dame
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Oh, how quick they were to try and suffocate the flames
On the sacred, seasoned, sanctuary known as Notre Dame.
Oh, how the people stared and sobbed and frowned and asked God why
I have a free soul
Or rather, I am a free soul
Or rather, I used to be.
They tied me down one day, before I could protest
And muzzled me with their thick paws of greed
