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Five o'clock and a fire escape symphony
Spilling out across the road and the square
And the sky's the same as your own do ya think of me?
Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there?
After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me,
Calling out again and again
Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning
It's a fire, a fire I cannot put out
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