The fuse is set and checked once more
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Then left beside a back street door
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And in the cold grey light
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Someone sees a shadow run through the night and out of sight
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They hide inside a smoke filled room
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To hear at last the blast of doom
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And so the deed is done
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They listen to the final countdown begun, three, two, one
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Madness, it's a kind of madness
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Tat turns good men bad
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And we're helpless caught up in the madness
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Of a world gone mad
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The roar of fire rings out on high
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And flames light up the black night sky
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A child screams out in fear
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A hopeless cry for help but no one is near enough to hear
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As walls collapse and timbers flare
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The smell of death hangs in the air
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When help at last arrives
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They try to fight the flame but nothing survives of all those lives
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And it's madness, every time a victim dies
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There is madness, burning in a blind man's eyes
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And it's madness, hidden in the hate and pain
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There is madness, burning in a wild man's brain
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And it's madness, every time the bullets start
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There is madness, burning in a poor man's heart
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And it's madness, something that we can't control
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There is madness, burning in a madman's soul
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Madness
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Madness
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Elton John |