I trade all my sunshine,
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For twin towers to hide behind,
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And find you there.
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When I left on that sunday,
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To come home on a Tuesday,
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Well I never,
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I never thought I'd have to see and watch the world explode.
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And I swear it was beautiful, befor they sent those aeroplanes,
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And I thought I would show it to you, just like my dad did.
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Hometown come tumbling down.
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When she came on a Friday,
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I took her home the long way,
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So she could see.
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And she asked how they made it, and would they ever change it,
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I said no way.
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It's half of what you see, you none of what you hear believe.
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And I told her that they remind me of Mowtown 60 Skinny ties,
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What they thought the future looked like, where the Jetsons' lived.
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Hometown come tumbling down.
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And watched it and we cried,
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And we ran to the front line,
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And some came home.
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But i stay off the express-way,
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Nothing to see there anyway,
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That view sucks now.
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There was I time the Brooklyn traffic couldn't get me down.
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And I swear it was beautiful,
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I hope they build them tall again,
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Until then your imagination is all that you will have....
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Hometown
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| Wheatus |
