The last parade on Ann Street babe
Was when the frost leaves sounded like glass
When we burned down the whole damn block
With a wink and just one match
Well the site I reside in now
It's new grove but same old ghosts
But I owe to the one before
Cause it's the one that stained my voice
But the last one
Yeah the last one
Was to burn us out

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