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Sometimes these tired old streets can feel strange |
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I watch the tumbleweed now where I used to play |
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What I felt way back then was called 'change' |
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Just like a thundercloud from the horizon it came |
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And from the start |
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It took control |
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It burnt its way inside this soul |
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It broke this heart |
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It cracked these bones |
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As deep inside we turned to stone |
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I could never change the way I feel |
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Only this is surreal |
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And, oh |
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Trampled just like dust beneath the heels |
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Of industrial steel |
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The riverbed has cracked to its clay |
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And it's been centuries now since I tasted rain |
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The echoes only whisper these days |
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To stir the ghosts of this town where shadows remain |
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And from the start |
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It took control |
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It burnt its way inside this soul |
|
It broke this heart |
|
It cracked these bones |
|
As deep inside we turned to stone |
|
I could never change the way I feel |
|
Only this is surreal |
|
And, oh |
|
Trampled just like dust beneath the heels |
|
Of industrial steel |
|
And from the start |
|
It took control |
|
It burnt its way inside this soul |
|
It broke this heart |
|
It cracked these bones |
|
As deep inside we turned to stone |
|
I could never change the way I feel |
|
Only this is surreal |
|
And, oh |
|
Trampled just like dust beneath the heels |
|
Of industrial steel |
