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In My Little Town, I grew up believing |
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God keeps His eye on us all. |
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And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the Wall. |
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Lord, I recall, in My Little Town, |
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Comin' home after school, flyin' my bike past the gates of the factories, |
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My mom doin' the laundry, hangin' out shirts in the dirty breeze. |
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And after it rains there's a rainbow and all of the colors are black. |
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It's not that the colors aren't there, it's just imagination they lack. |
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Everything's the same back in My Little Town, |
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My Little Town, My Little Town. |
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Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town. |
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Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town. |
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In My Little Town, I never meant nothin', |
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I was just my father's son. Mmm. |
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Savin' my money, dreamin' of glory, |
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Twitchin' like a finger on the trigger of a gun. |
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Leavin' nothin' but the dead and dying back in My Little Town. |
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Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town. |
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Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town. |
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Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town. |
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Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town. |
