Is this how it was intended?
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The sunrise over smoke stacks in the Midwest, the beauty of this abandoned factory.
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Christmas lights blinking on and off all out of time
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in what used to be, your pink house dreams of a middle class America.
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I'm trying to believe in you, but all these satellites and shattered dreams are blocking out my view.
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Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone.
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Fell in love with his keno waitress.
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They honeymooned in Memphis; they were married by the drive up window.
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Trailer parks, neon signs, and an empty box of Lucky Strikes: all used up from the dashboard of America.
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I'm trying to believe in you; this world sold its fate for parking lots and drunk sincerity.
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Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're -
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You'll be saddened to know the train tracks you once walked as a young boy are now nothing but a graveyard.
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Please don't forget how small we really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone.
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All You Can Ever Learn Is What You Already Know
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| The Ataris |
