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You can hear the sound of each little town, 'cause they all sing, every =mile a town pops up, full of pride for this country, and now a shroud =appears on the horizon, wish |
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I could blink and miss this one as well. = |
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What could be worse? |
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What could be further from home? |
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Dumb little world, =dizzy & spitting up blood. |
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Can't live here there's nothing |
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I recognize, = |
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I keep looking, reference points are hard to find when each home looks =just the same, but |
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I can hear the anthem playing, that sound will drive =me further away. |
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I won't buy into it, this bad deal, not so much as a =dime for my homeland, this place is so wrapped up in itself, playing the =theme song to my expatriaton. |
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Mel |
