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As the lights go down at the carnival and the last ride grinds to a stop |
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All the bums are singing at the patterned glass in the church across the lot |
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And all the thieves and the liers and the hypocrites that brought us down so low |
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All pile past the coffin, man, like wolves out on a prowl |
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And everyone has an alibi, no one was at the scene |
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The only eulogy is written out in spray paint on the street |
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Lady Libery, what the hell is happening? |
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It seems like your torch - it don't burn for me(?) |
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Your children are hungry, they can't find their way home |
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Whatever happened to the dream |
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And druggies(?) and the drunks and the burnout(?) punks |
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Are wandering the streets |
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Just looking for a fast(?) ??? of happiness |
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To burn away their broken dreams |
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While in a penthouse apartment in the high row(?) |
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Standing high above the filth |
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You know the promise land just wouldn't make a promise to someone else |
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And the guns on the roof are silenced for now, but you still dont feel safe |
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Until you're locked in your room, five floors up, man, planning your escape |
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Lady libery, what the hell is happening? |
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It seems like your torch - it don't burn for me(?) |
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Your children are hungry, they can't find their way home |
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Whatever happened to the dream |
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Lady libery, what the hell is happening? |
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It seems like your torch - it don't burn for me(?) |
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Your children are hungry, they can't find their way home |
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Whatever happened to the dream |
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Whatever happened to the dream |
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Whatever happened to the dream |
