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This
Town
This town is
not what it seemed
When we came here with our dreams
To this town
This town will only break us down
And leave us kneeling on the ground
In this town
This town has
no time
Just a thirst and a lot of waiting in line
This town smells of lives that have simply passed on by
In this town
This town sees
everything we do
And judges the reasons between me and you
In this town
This town has streets that smell of ales
And a thousand door steps for sale
In this town
This town is
not for you or I
If we stay here we will slowly die
In this town
Words
and Music by Lionel Lodge
All Rights Reserved
C P Lionel Lodge 1997
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