| I watched in awe of the violent flames
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| It was a work of art, my focus hard to break
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| I rebuilt the boards that fell apart
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| from a swing set marked in chalk on Central Park
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| Maude, you made me cry —
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| I was only six years old
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| Maude, you left me alone —
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| it was much too hard, you know
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| So let’s go back before it started
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| You make them work for what they want to hear
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| Your feet in the fire
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| I’m on my way to find some answers
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| in the ashes on the avenues
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| With fear in your eyes
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| I barely know it anymore
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| The incidental truth of things once hoped for
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| A flashlight in force reveals a face
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| That had a voice, but never had a name
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| Maude, you made me cry —
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| I was only six years old
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| Maude, you left me alone —
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| it was much too hard, you know
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| So let’s go back before it started
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| You make them work for what they want to hear
|
| Your feet in the fire
|
| I’m on my way to find some answers
|
| in the ashes on the avenues
|
| With fear in your eyes
|
| So let’s go back before it started
|
| You make them work for what they want to hear
|
| Your feet in the fire
|
| I’m on my way to find some answers
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| in the ashes on the avenues
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| With fear in your eyes |