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I was running out of troubleYou were running out of fameStreets smelled like the desertAs they were putting out the flamesAnd Chelsea burnsChelsea burns Under my feetTwenty-third was emptyI heard somebody yellA straight-laced passerby'sPulled over the hotelAnd Chelsea burnsChelsea burnsUnder my feetWhether we were lost or overwhelmedNobody knows that I'm better offMaking up lies to be left aloneAnd Chelsea burnsChelsea burnsUnder my feetI was running out of troubleYou were running out of fameI'm streets ahead of happinessStill wondering who to blameChelsea burnsChelsea burns Under my feet From Letras Mania