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I walked the streets of this little town |
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Late last night when it all shut down |
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Feelin' stuck between lost and found and nowhere |
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Using my memory for a map |
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I went lookin' for a train on the torn up track |
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Where the weary conductor just turned his back but he's still there |
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Waitin for the resurrection |
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Fire from the ashes and the tears |
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The resurrection |
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You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here |
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Well it's hard to believe |
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I'm back again |
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Lookin' up old lovers and long lost friends |
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Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors |
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I heard Reverend |
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Bill with the kind old face |
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Said he got little stale and he's been replaced |
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Still we all bowed our heads when he said |
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Grace at the diner |
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Waitin for the resurrection |
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Fire from the ashes and the tears |
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The resurrection |
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You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here |
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Well the engine dies and the main line fails |
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Surely the heart and the soul prevails |
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Like the wild flowers grow between the rails in the summer |
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Oh, the resurrection |
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Fire from the ashes and the tears |
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The resurrection |
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You know dreams die hard, |
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Dreams die hard, |
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Dreams die hard around here |
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Oh, the resurrection |
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Oh, the resurrection |
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I walked the streets of this little town |
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Late last night when it all shut down when it all shut down |
