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I am burning in a smoke-choked house but
Tonight is empty of warm glows and whispered good nights
Riot, disorder, set the banks on fire
Some old war song used to play here
Once I heard it and the sound it made was sad but hopeful
Stand up, be counted, no one's buying me
I am burning in a smoke-choked house but   Tonight is empty of warm glows and whispered good nights   Riot, disorder, set the banks on fire    Some old war song used to play here   Once I heard it and the sound it made was sad but hopeful   Stand up, be counted, no one's buying me