Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night
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We're meager disciples they gather in light
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It's time for the indignant paupers to speak
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This town belongs to me
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This town belongs to me
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The gravel lines highways
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The perilous streets were desperate deeds
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They find buyers in heaps
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God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps
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This town belongs to me
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This town belongs to me
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The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees
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My mouth stagnated by the cold that it brings
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The end of the world is closer than it seems
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This town belongs to me.
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This town belongs to me.
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This town belongs to me.
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This town belongs to me.
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Cambell, CA
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Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards |