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My eyes on fire! On the highest hill in this old dutch town Locked away in the bosom of the Brooklyn ground They shout, can you hear them? The stories and screams Way beyond your wildest dreams The faces and names Can you hear them? Have you heard what the whispers said Let the dead bury the dead Steam rising from these city streets Can you hear them? Through neighborhoods of the deep north As night falls on the lights of New York Can you hear them? Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living The punk Poet of St. Mark's he told me life's a shame Meanwhile The Poet of the Park was selling them for change yeah To keep the dead alive is a hard job Letras de cancionesThe ghosts of the past can never hold us back And you! The ones, who can Can you hear them? Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way My eyes on fire! From Letras Mania