is this how it was intended
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a sunrise over smokestacks
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in the midwest
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the beauty of this abandoned factory
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christmas lites blinking on and off all out of time
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and what used to be your big (?) of a middle class america
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im trying to
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believe in you
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but all these satellites and shattered dreams
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are fucking up my view
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please dont forget who you really are
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cause nothing really matters when were gone.
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fell in love with his keno waitress
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they honeymooned in memphis
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they were married by the drive-up window
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trailer parks, neon signs, and an empty box of lucky strikes
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all used up on the dashboard of america
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im tyring to
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believe in you
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but this world has sold its fate
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for parking lots and drunk sincerity
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please dont forget who you really are
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cause nothing really matters when were...
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youll be saddened to know
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the train tracks you once walked as a young boy
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are now nothing but a graveyard
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please dont forget how small we really are
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cause nothing really matters when were gone
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nothing really matters. lets go
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im trying to believe in you
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All You Can Ever Learn is What You Already Know
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| Ataris |
