| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| And I cannot say why
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| Ten million angry mouth-less tongues
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| All lapping at the sky
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| And soon will mine be too
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| For the wind is slowly turning
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| And there is nothing I can do
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| So I don’t, do a thing
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| I just stand there and grin
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| Like I’m one of the idiots
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| I turn the other cheek
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| Choose not to hear his cries of fear
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| With masterful technique
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| And I wish that I could care
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| Search for fellow feeling
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| I find there’s nothing there
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| Just a sense, of relief
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| That it’s him, and not me
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| Always one of the idiots
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| If it proves to be some kind of test
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| Can I say that I gave it my best?
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| If my neighbour cannot be my friend
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| Then we’re both gonna burn in the end
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| My neighbour’s house is burning down
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| If it proves to be some kind of test
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| Can I say that I gave it my best?
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| If my neighbour cannot be my friend
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| Then we’re both gonna burn in the end |