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On a city train heading down the line |
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The faces of the strangers show the passing of the time |
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History is hanging as a picture in a frame |
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Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came |
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Itty bitty little baby cry with all your might |
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Darkened by the daytime in a city full of lights |
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Blind to insurrection but in battle all the same |
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Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came |
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Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came |
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The city of our lady, queen of all the angels |
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Lingers in the ringing of the iron mission bells |
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Changing all the faces, saving all the names |
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Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came |
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Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came |
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Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came |
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