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Words & music by paul simon |
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In my little town |
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I grew up believ--ing |
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God keeps his eye on us all |
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And he used to lean upon me |
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As i pledged allegiance to the wall |
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Lord i recall |
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My little town |
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Coming home after school |
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Flying my bike past the gates |
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Of the factories |
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My mom doing the laundry |
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Hanging our shirts |
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In the dirty breeze |
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And after it rains |
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There's a rainbow |
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And all of the colors are black |
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It's not that the colors aren't there |
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It's just imagin-ation they lack |
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Everything's the same |
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Back in my little town |
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Nothing but the dead and dying |
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Back in my little town |
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Nothing but the dead and dying |
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Back in my little town |
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In my little town |
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I never meant nothin' |
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I was just my fathers son |
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Saving my money |
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Dreaming of glory |
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Twitching like a finger |
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On the trigger of a gun |
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Leaving nothing but the dead and dying |
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Back in my little town |
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Repeat and fade: |
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Nothing but the dead and dying |
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Back in my little town |