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Found my love by the gaswork croft |
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Dreamed a dream by the old canal |
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Kissed my girl by the factory wall |
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Dirty old town, dirty old town |
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I heard a siren from the dock |
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Saw a train set the night on fire |
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Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind |
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Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town |
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We're goin' to take a good sharp axe |
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Shining steel tempered in the fire |
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And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree |
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Dirty old town, dirty old town |
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Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town |
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And oh we'll chop you down |
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Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town |
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Dirty old town, dirty old town |
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And oh whoa-oh dirty old town |
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Chop you down one of these days |
