The summer is hot, the nights are still cold
Here in Philadelphia, in the city of soul
And we can let our hair down when it gets hot above
'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of love
But someone should tell 'em there's a fire in the sky
And someone should tell 'em this is still nineteen eighty-five
In nineteen eighty-five
Here in the city of love (it's so hot)
62’nd St. and it looks like Beirut
Like, like something you would see on the picture tube
You can watch it happen right in the cool of your front room
'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of doom
Listen, let me tell ya that the fire's real in the sky (hey-hey)
Cop, understand this is still my nineteen eighty-five
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Children burn even when the nights are cold
Here in Philadelphia, the city of soul
We all let our hair down when it gets hot above
'Cause, nothin' ever happens in the city of love
But mister let me tell ya that a lot of people die
And cop, understand this is still my nineteen eighty-five
Sometimes you can't open your door
Sometimes you just can't make a move
The city is black but the fire is red
I've still got the sound of marching feet in my head
Some love it, most don't give a damn
But I've got the fire in my heart, sweatin' it out
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold...
Here in Philadelphia, in the city of soul
And we can let our hair down when it gets hot above
'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of love
But someone should tell 'em there's a fire in the sky
And someone should tell 'em this is still nineteen eighty-five
In nineteen eighty-five
Here in the city of love (it's so hot)
62’nd St. and it looks like Beirut
Like, like something you would see on the picture tube
You can watch it happen right in the cool of your front room
'Cause nothin' ever happens in the city of doom
Listen, let me tell ya that the fire's real in the sky (hey-hey)
Cop, understand this is still my nineteen eighty-five
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Children burn even when the nights are cold
Here in Philadelphia, the city of soul
We all let our hair down when it gets hot above
'Cause, nothin' ever happens in the city of love
But mister let me tell ya that a lot of people die
And cop, understand this is still my nineteen eighty-five
Sometimes you can't open your door
Sometimes you just can't make a move
The city is black but the fire is red
I've still got the sound of marching feet in my head
Some love it, most don't give a damn
But I've got the fire in my heart, sweatin' it out
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold
Can't hide in the city of soul (city of soul)
Can't move, too cold...
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