SoCalled - Fire on Hutchison Street lyrics

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Coming home down the alley with my groceries

Some lemonade and cereal

And other junk I found

It smells something kind of nasty

And I wonder if I maybe left the ____ in one of my places burning down

Get into the apartment

Getting the snow off my boots

At Montreal winter is not a joke

Run to check the kitchen

Still smelling something but I don’t see any smoke

Well I’m sort of sick saying I’m sorry

I’ m sort of sick of feeling like I kind of never know

Yes I’m kind of done with telling the story

I’m sort of feeling sick you fucking at my flow

You’ll never know

There’s been a fire on Hutchison Street

Look around at the discrepancy in the basement

I’ll never be returned

Someone shot out to get out

Now I hear yelling

Now I wonder how close is this thing burning

So I grab all of my notebooks and my negatives

Well I’m sort of sick saying I’m sorry

I’ m sort of sick of feeling like I kind of never know

Yes I’m kind of done with telling the story

I’m sort of feeling sick you fucking at my flow

You’ll never know

Rushing down the hall way

People at 2 apartment, 1

As 3 or 4 sons of her are trying to her in to wheelchair

Shit I should have grabbed my hard-drives and my camera

And all the symbols across the street to watch

To see the fire blazing

Movies and TV forbidden

So this is the show to watch

Police see the smoke, firemen, quite amazing

Babbling voice arouse from the crowd across the street

Is it French or English?

I’m not certain

A girl from upstairs is freaking

Because her cat is stuck inside

I heard a rumor that some candles lit the curtain

Well I’m sort of sick saying I’m sorry

I’ m sort of sick of feeling like I kind of never know

I’m sort of tired feeling so tired

I’m sort of sick of feeling that you’re fucking at my flow

There’s been a fire on Hutchison Street

A fire on Hutchison Street

There was a fire on Hutchison Street

A fire on Hutchison Street

There was a fire on Hutchison Street