Stand here with the mountain in background
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The copper mine up the hill from the town
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Sits asleep like a retiree
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Once used and now no use for
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People used to work here
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And mined their lives from this ground
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Crushed them in these machines
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And forged them in the future
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We just take pictures
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Of hearts that stopped beating
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Sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
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Stealing souls for scrapbooks
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Sometimes you've got a life back home
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Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
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Sometimes you're really alone
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Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
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Sometimes you're really alone
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We go home, after fishin' all day
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And get our hands dirty
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Getting the catch clean
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And Mike is in the kitchen
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He's heating up the fry pan
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And we're in the front yard
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We're watching the sun fall
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People used to live here
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And lived their lives on this ground
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Raised them in these fields
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And lost them in the future
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And we just take pictures
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Of hearts that stopped beating
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Sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
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Stealing souls for scrapbooks
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Sometimes you've got a life back home
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Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
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Sometimes you're really alone
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Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
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Sometimes you're really alone
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Houston, We Have Uh-Oh
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Minus The Bear |