| A fire truck goes screaming by
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| And it reminds me of that night
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| When you said that you were coming home
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| And then I waited up 'til four in the morning
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| She says, «I remember, and why the fuck
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| Would this be a good time to bring that up?»
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| And I am silent because I’m not sure
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| Sometimes I feel like I should never speak again
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| She takes my hand and says, «Come on
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| You know this one’s my favourite song»
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| And I can see it in my mind
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| Those flames reaching so high
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| Into the night, and that poor family
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| Standing on the front lawn watching
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| And for some reason, I remember that feeling
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| Being almost jealousy
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| For a new beginning, but I should have known
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| That I was already burning it to the ground
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| But now that I’m dancing in the ashes, I just want it to be whole
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| And somehow, with all that distraction
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| I still managed to pick a fight
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| When she got home, and all she had were questions
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| About those flashing red lights
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| And now the song is ending, Judy’s leaving
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| And I’m getting one more right at last call
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| Claire orders three shots, Charlie raises his up
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| And we tip our heads back before we say goodnight
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| Now that I’m standing in the ashes, I just want it to be whole
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| Now that I’m standing in the ashes, I can’t help but sing along
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo |