Tonight we watch the city glow.
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With the power off, and nobody knows.
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Why we did it, and .. and if they did,
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They'd realize they're not victims,
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Just witnesses
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[Chorus]
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Flames fix this wounded city.
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Like surgeons incisions, cut so deep.
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Eight behind the eyes they find the disease,
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A memory, a history beneath these streets never supposed to be seen.
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And the air .. is warm breath I feel it,
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On my face, and it travels, straight through it,
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To somewhere I don't know, between here,
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The present and some sort of heaven,
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A potential fit.
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A heart which beats beneath these ashes.
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A heart which beats beneath these ashes.
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A heart which beats beneath these ashes.
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A heart which beats beneath these ashes.
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A heart which beats beneath these ashes.
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Can you feel it.
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Can you feel it.
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Can you feel it.
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Can you feel it.
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[Chorus]
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Flames fix this wounded city.
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Like surgeons incisions, cut so deep.
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Eight behind the eyes they find the disease,
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A memory, a history beneath these streets that's never supposed to be seen.
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Supposed to be seen.
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Supposed to be seen.
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Supposed to be seen.
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Supposed to be seen.
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We will turn ourselves in.
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They .. can .. have the matches.
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What good's hiding evidence.
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When .. you .. can learn from it.
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What good's hiding evidence.
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When .. you .. can learn from it.
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What good's hiding evidence.
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When .. you .. can learn from it.
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What good's hiding evidence.
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What good's hiding evidence.
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What good's hiding evidence.
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What good's hiding evidence.
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Scalpel Cuts Concrete
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| The Kidcrash |
