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Yeah, I saw them take up my town |
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they tore up Thompson row |
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I watched the trucks of thieves go by |
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I can feel 'em in my bones |
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On main street people walk |
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with their heads bowed down |
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listenin' to the triangle park preacher bode |
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So I sing in my head |
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our hometown is dead |
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Out of work and waitin' in lines |
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lookin' for lend outs without company dime |
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I'm losin' step with tired rhymes |
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and no way for me to go |
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There are boys who follow the road |
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well worn, it once guided me home |
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left with an empty room and false pride |
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So we sing in our heads |
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our hometown is dead |
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Watch you go, let you go |
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watch you go, let you go |
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I find solace in the night |
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when it's dark like the midnight fight |
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between the good and the bad |
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between the hollow and moonlight |
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I am good as gone |
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a ghost in song |
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I've climbed the rungs and seen the light |
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So I sing in my head |
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our hometown is dead |
