There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts
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Lying in the sides of the streets
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The baseball field in the County Park
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Is buried in a blanket of weeds
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There's a swastika sprayed from an aerosol can
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Displayed on the overpass
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Driving around it's easy to see
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This town's going downhill fast
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Somebody should do something about it
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How hard could it be
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Somebody should do something about it
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Maybe that someone is me
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Followed a couple into Ferguson's Grill
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The door swung back in my face
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Closed my eyes but I felt the stares
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When I bowed my head to say grace
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Watched a table of suits stiff the waitress a tip
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Like they didn't have a nickel to spare
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Walked out into the heat rising off of main street
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But I felt a chill in the air
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Somebody should do something about it
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How hard could it be
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Somebody should do something about it
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Maybe that someone is me
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Now I don't expect this world to be heaven
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But it sure could be better
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I can sit around complaining
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Or stand around waiting
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But I might be waiting forever
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Forever
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Somebody should do something about it
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How hard could it be
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Somebody should do something about it
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Maybe that someone is me
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Someone Is Me
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| Blaine Larsen |
