| We throw our bodies on the fire and we die
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| Settle into ashes as the flames keep burning high
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| We tossed and spread the kerosene and alcohol
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| The ethylene ignited cardboard homes
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| The second in as many years
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| Street signs, skyscrapers and names
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| State street, what a great street
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| The places and the people stayed the same
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| Winter beats the summer on the worst ones
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| I fall in love again on the first ones
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| Carbon vapor lines burn as a grid
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| Like the burning summer evenings, like my fingertips did
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| Like the burning summer evenings, like my fingertips did
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| This town is choking on our filth, obstinate displays of wealth
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| Clog our Lincoln, Wicker, Rogers parks, here’s to your health
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| Chicago, fiddle as we burn
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| Nevermore, nevertheless, build it up and tear it down and never learn |