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every city got an artery where the bloodbreaks down an avenue or a boulevardand a boy who wears a crownindigant live styles mplies simply lack of meansdogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remainsa promise to go to heaven wont put salvationin sight |
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Whirlwind is coming down on mewhen the factory shut down so did the placehe lived blood money for junk bonds by awhite collar fugitiveall the tax free insentives ain't going tohelp him nowgenerations of job security gone outlike the horse and plowa promise to go to heaven wont put salvationin sight |
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Whirlwind is coming down on memy old man worked his troubled lifein a nowhere dead end he drankthe pain away i'll be damned if thatsme having my dreams robedthe working class carries a countrythat has been rotting inside for yearsthe rigs cuffed my old man in the frontyard i saw through my eyes of tearsa promise to go to heaven wont put salvationin sight |
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Whirlwind is coming down on me |
