Way back there an explosion of hope
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Hit out hard in a furnace of steel
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I thought life was a fire
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I thought life was a high time
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(I thought life was a fire)
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I thought life was a symbol
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(I thought life was for livin)
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I thought life was for livin
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(I thought life was a symbol)
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I thought life was a fire
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There's an institute in Chicago
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With a room full of machines
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And they live this side of the sunrise
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And burn away your dreams
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Once you fly to Chicago - In Chicago you will die
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When that institute in Chicago has recorded you and I
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There's an empty house in California
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But they'll always let you in
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And they'll make you feel oh so easy
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Like you never learned to sin
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Oh yeah that's how they made it how they made it seem so clean
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Yes that empty house in California is our brave new world's machine
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At the institute in Chicago from the first day you were born
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Oh they just can't tell what your feelin'
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And they can't see how you're torn
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When your name's just a number - just a number you will die
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Cos that institute in Chicago never knew you were alive
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Way back there a reflection of me
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Turned my head in a circle of time
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I thought life was for (livin)
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I thought life was a (high time)
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I thought life was a (fire)
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I thought life was a (symbol)
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Chicago Institute (Peter Thomas/Mann/Flett)
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| Manfred Mann's Earth Band |
