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Can you imagine all the homes abandoned and all alone? |
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With no one left to care for them, wilting in moss. |
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The paint is peeling off the walls. |
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The corners are filling up with dust. |
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Cigarette smoke hangs in the air, |
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And the grass ain't growing like it did long ago. |
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Whether a natural disaster ripped it from it's foundation |
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Or an economic tragedy tore apart it's family |
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They're all empty. |
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The pipes have long since seized. |
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The windows are all boarded up. |
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There's no electricity flowing through these lifeless veins. |
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Cracks are running down the walls |
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Where picture frames used to hang. |
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A hint of heartbreak still lingers in the air, |
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And weeds have choked the breath out of it long ago. |
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Whether a natural disaster ripped it from it's foundation |
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Or an economic tragedy tore apart it's family |
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They're all empty. |
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They're all empty. |
