In a town without a name
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there is no shame
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no blame to claim
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one fine day the pilgrims came
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and made new rules for an old game
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And I'm waiting for the garbage man To take you away
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And I'm searching for my playground
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So I can go and play
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So they built a big smoke stack
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Built a railroad track
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They made the dirt roads black
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And they did it behind your back
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And now you pay their tax
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hoping something cracks
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And I'm waiting for the garbage man
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To take you away
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And I'm searching for my playground
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So I can go and play
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From out of the dust came corrosion and rust
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That made you look so cheap
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There's nothing to have here
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And nothing to hold here
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And nothing that you can keep
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Now understand this is no man's land
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And its all that's left that's free
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Where the kings of nothing rule my friend
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And you can't make me leave
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There's a billboard in the sky
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Reflecting water in your eyes
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This big city, this ghost town
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Will come crawling to the ground
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And I'm waiting for the hurricane To blow you away
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And I'm searching for my twister
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to twist you into shape
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Now my speach is said and done
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The circus came, I had my fun
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And the wasteland has been won
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And the building has begun
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And I'm waiting for the earthquake To shake you down
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And I see my mother nature Trying to drag you around
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From out of the dust came
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Corrosion and rust
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That made you look so cheap
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There's nothing to have here
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And nothing to hold here
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And nothing that you can keep
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Now understand this is no man's land
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And its all that's left that's free
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Where the kings of nothing rule my friend
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(Then you can't make believe?)
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No Man's Land
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Soul Asylum |