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The trees are on fire
But only a few
Their smoke, their breath
Reminds me of you
And the fire at st jude
All of this when
I thought you were winning
Only something up ahead
Your arms bent by your side
A questioning pose
Before an answer arose
At the fire at st jude
At the fire at st jude
The red engines roaring
Lights spinning
Everyone's sick
Wheres my baby
The fire quick spread
So stand by and watch
It form ahead
Taking on arms
But your kindness
Disagrees with its evil
Your kindness is like water
At the fire at st jude
At the fire at st jude
The red engines roaring
Lights spinning
Everyone's sick
Wheres my baby
Wheres my baby
Wheres my baby