Centralia 歌词

	What the ground holds will be silent now
	And the earth scorched by the molten plough
	And the trees bare in the valley and
	All the streets clear
	In the centralia
	What the ground hides makes the breezes sour
	And the blooms wilt as the roots devour
	We'll be staying for our homes are here
	Ever drying
	And the streets are clear
	Ever drying and the trees are bare
	In the valley of the shadow
	In the valley
	Of centralia

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