without the desire to serve and a love of the town,
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ignoring the tradition that had been handed down,
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he tore in the department and worked hard to advance,
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so heartless to the gutless unprepared to take a chance,
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providence is where they came to make a living,
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generation after generation numbers of a man,
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trying to scrape together wonders of tradition,
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providence is where they came, providence is where they stayed...
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how many times did you run in through hell,
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do you still hear the screams,
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the siren or the bell,
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and all the horrible stories that you never tell,
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its all part of the job,
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if your doing it well...
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promotions never asked for but accepted,
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awards and medals humbilly collected,
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decorated, celebrated, much respected, much admired,
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so heartless to to the hardened before he lost his he retired
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providence is where they came to make a living,
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generations yet to be, forget the one you made,
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side effects of save and give and grieve,
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and providence is where they came, providence is where they stayed...
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how many times did you run in through hell,
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do you still hear the screams,
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the siren or the bell,
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and all the horrible stories that you never tell,
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its all part of the job,
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if your doing it well...if your doing it well...
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how many times did you run into hell,
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how many times did you run into hell,
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how many times did you run into, how many times did you run into,
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how many times did you run into hell
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Providence Is...
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Mighty Mighty Bosstones |