| 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 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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| 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 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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| If all we do is blame
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| And noone cares to listen
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| There’s 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 burn |