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Main street |
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U.S.A. boarded up and dry |
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Knowing what once was here just makes me want to cry |
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Used to be the favorite place, yeah |
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Now what remains are memories even time cannot erase |
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Old man Johnson's store, where we grew up too fast |
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All that remains today are echoes from the past |
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Used to be a booming town, yeah |
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Now all that's left is either boarded up or broken down [Chorus:] |
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Singing, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh |
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Where we used to belong |
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There ain't nobody home |
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Said, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh |
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You can knock all you want |
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But, ain't nobody home |
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Packed up, moved away, running from the past |
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Leaving behind the dusty dreams and broken glass |
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Used to be a busy town, yeah |
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Now everybody passes through, but they don't stick around [Chorus] |
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Was a newsstand on the corner |
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Right next to the barber shop |
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And down the street there |
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That's where all the kids would stop |
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And they would tease the neigbor's bulldog |
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Laugh and run away |
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And now there's no one left |
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Who knows the truth in what you say [Chorus] |
