is this how it was intended???
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the sunrise over smokestacks in the Midwest
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the beauty of this abandoned factory.
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Christmas lights blinking on and off
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all out of time in what used to be
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your pink house dreams
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of a middle class America.
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i'm trying to, beleive in you
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but all these satellites and
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shattered dreams are
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blocking out my veiw.
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please don't forget,
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who you really are,
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cause nothing really
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matters when we're gone.
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fell in love with his Keno waitress,
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the honeymooned in Memphis,
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they were married by the drive-up window.
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Trailor parks, neon signs,
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and an empty box of Lucky Strikes
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all used up on the
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dashboard of America,
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i'm trying to, beleive in you
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this world has sold it's faith
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for parking lots and drunk sincerity,
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please don't forget who you really are,
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nothing really matters when we're
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you'll be saddened to know
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the train tracks you once walked,
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as a young boy, are now
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nothing but a graveyard.
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please don't forget,
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how small we really are,
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cause nothing really matters
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when we're gone...
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i'm trying to beleive in you.
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all you can ever learn is what you already know (in album So Long, Astoria)
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| Ataris |
