The best parade is a house on fire
Nothing left but black and grey
Guitars and books and wood and wire
Plunged into a sooty grave
I didn't care
It cleaned me out
Three a.m. a cresting freeway
See the city from above
The arms of a familiar lover
Diamonds cover night's pure glove
Sleep beside my better half
Stand to greet another day
Shower's hot
I've been working a hell of a lot
But I don't mind
In fact I find
It cleans me out

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