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[title] => The House Is On Fire
[time] => 2008-11-12 12:33:21
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[bodytext] => The House Is On Fire I woke up in the middle of the night; 'somethin' wasn't right; The smell of smoke was in the air; Like it or not there was a fire somewhere; The house is on fire; The house is on fire; You better wake up cause your house is on fire... I got outta' bed and opened my door; Was knocked to my knees, so I crawled on the floor; I pounded on doors...I pounded on the walls; Their senses were dulled...they couldn't hear my calls; The house is on fire; The house is on fire; You better wake up cause your house is on fire... I didn't know what to do; Death was approaching and no one had a clue; They could not hear, so they could not know; They were quietly smothering in their status quo; The house is on fire; The house is on fire; You better wake up cause your house is on fire... I could hear the flames...I could feel the heat; I was chokin' on the smoke, but I continued to beat; If just one soul would open their eyes, Perhaps with two they'd hear our cries; The house is on fire; The house is on fire; You better wake up cause your house is on fire... It was hopeless...I could not deny; I was weak with the urge to lay down and die; I could cut and run...I could escape alone, But how do you live without a house or a home; The house is on fire; The house is on fire; You better wake up cause your house is on fire... Now it's all silent, lifeless and black; Nothin' left but the chimney stack; No more hopes; no more dreams; No more rivers; no more streams; No more music; no more art; No more joy; not one beating heart; No more mountains; no more trees; No more little honey bees; No more birds; no more flowers; No more seconds, minutes or hours; No more ploughshares; not one cooing dove; Guess we finally found peace, but there's no more Love; The house is gone; The house is gone; Nobody woke up and now the house is gone; The house burned down; The house burned down; You wouldn't wake up and now your house is burned down to the ground; Your house is gone; My house is gone; Our house is gone; You didn't wake up an now you and your house are gone. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 34 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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