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Woke up this morning in a bed |
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In a bed of fire |
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People and buildings in my head, |
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burning there tonight |
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Tonight as I lay sleeping |
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I try to hold your hand |
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One eye open and dreaming |
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That this city |
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Is on fire |
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Tell me sweet things, it's the middle of the night |
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It's the middle of the night |
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Open my window and the room is filled |
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Filled with burning light. |
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Tonight as I lay sleeping |
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I try to hold your hand |
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One eye open and dreaming |
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That this city |
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Is on fire |
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Woke up this morning in a bed |
|
In a bed of fire |
|
People and buildings in my head, |
|
burning there tonight |
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Tonight as I lay sleeping |
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I try to hold your hand |
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One eye open and dreaming |
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That this city |
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Is on fire |