Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus
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Homeless people are living off crust
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And there's a beat-up town car - it's starting to rust
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Hard soles are kicking up dust
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Half a million people living in the corpse of the brown brick 50's
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To the north, all the small town outcasts are now big city bourgeoisie
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All the boys in the halfway houses
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Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
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Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
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We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on
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The desperate, downtown stealing bikes
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Drunks in the village are picking fights
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So, police line the streets to read them their rights
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No controlling hot summer nights
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The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday
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We sit and watch the stacks, on fire, to the east across the bay
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All the boys in the halfway houses
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Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
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Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
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We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on
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There's something in the church belfry
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On the corner of Victoria and king
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And it screams out into the night
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It sings this city's plight
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All the boys in the halfway houses
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Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
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Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on
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We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on
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Emerald Street
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Alexisonfire |