| 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 There’s an empty house in California
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| But they’ll always let you in 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 clear
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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 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 Turned my head in a circle of time
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| I thought life was for living (living)
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| I thought life was a high time (high time)
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| I thought life was a fire (fire)
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| I thought life was a symbol (symbol) |