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Our city isn't perfect |
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Our city is a blaze of neon flare |
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Does anybody care |
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Fractured lines in the pavement |
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Embers colour the air |
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These streets we named |
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Will never be the same |
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This fire, this fire this fire |
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we let it This fire, this fire this fire |
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we let it This fire, this fire this fire |
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we let it all burn |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it all burn |
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People fall into silence |
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The wind she whistles a song |
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Of hopelessness |
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That carries like a hymn |
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Our city is a burden |
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The waste land under our feet |
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We've come to know |
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Will never be enough |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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all burnThis fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it all burn |
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If all we do is blame |
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And noone cares to listen |
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Theres nothing left to say |
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But if we stake our claim |
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Let action speak the loudest |
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We'll dance beyond the flames |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it all brun |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it |
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This fire, this fire this fire we let it all brun |
