This black Post The Ghosts With eyes so blue Look down on you
Put me in a high - rise putting paid to my life Caged the rage when you cannot be saved For air's all I care just to be down there Solid ground the sound of never more profound 9 11 on 6 14 Uncanny No's as they add up you see 20 20 vision upon your television rescue is futile hear the howls of derision Clear as day this night of Hell as many horror stories tell Phone calls to mum Live streams on media As our lives ebbed away we waved at the windows "Sit down Children it's all going to be ok" As smoke billowed down the hallway Can anyone of you imagine ending your days Screaming I've not lived and My dreams what of they Just to walk amongst nature in Spring with a spring in my step God's praises I'd sing Family close to have and to hold I'd want for nothing never complain of the cold Why oh why with our lives did they play My oh my someones gotta pay To the Shoreditch crew Battersea too called too late what could you do The first on the scene what's this we have seen on the BBC inadequacy On Panorama unfolds more drama the fire was put out "I beg your pardon we shout" As the program ended atop ladders extended By now all is lost but how small the cost To go and get them proper kit met their match when it re-lit
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