I walked beside the old train station
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I looked inside the store front windows
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there wasn't anybody in there
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there wasn't anybody on the street
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mid afternoon in late July
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the sun was burning on the parks
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the trees were silent
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a thousand years of thinking hard and writing none of it down
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down the street a water main break
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on the roof alcohol and something hard
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the day the water dried up from the taps
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all the fear and aggravation
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the day the water dried up from the taps
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on the street a conversation
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on the street a conversation
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foul language and a muscle car
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there wasn't anybody in there
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there wasn't anybody on the street
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flashing like teeth or flashing lights
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the sun was burning on the parks
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the trees were silent
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a thousand years of thinking hard and writing none of it down
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|
down the street a water main break
|
on the roof alcohol and something hard
|
|
the day the water dried up from the taps
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all the fear and aggravation
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the day the water dried up from the taps
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on the street a conversation
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The Day The Water Dried Up From The Tap
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| Greg MacPherson |
