| Main street u.s.a boarded up and dry
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| Knowin' what once was here just makes me wanna cry
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| Used to be the favorite place
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| Now what remains are memories even time cannot erase
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| Old man johnson’s store, where we grew up too fast
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| All that remains today are echoes from the past
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| Used to be a boomin' town
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| All that’s left is either broken up or broken down
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| Singing, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
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| Where we used to belong
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| There ain’t nobody home
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| Said, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
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| You can knock all you want
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| But, ain’t nobody home
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| Packed up, moved away, runnin' from the past
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| Leaving behind the dusty dreams and broken glass
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| Used to be a busy town
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| Now, everybody passes through, but they don’t stick around
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| Was a newsstand on the corner
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| Right next to the barber shop
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| And down the street there
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| That’s where all the kids would stop
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| And they would tease the neighbor’s bulldog
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| Laugh and run away
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| Now, there’s no one left who knows the truth in what you say
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| Singing, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
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| Where we used to belong
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| There ain’t nobody home
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| Said, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
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| You can knock all you want
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| But, ain’t nobody home
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| Talk all you want
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| There ain’t nobody home |