| In our town we wake up early every day
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| It’s seven A.M., it’s today, September twelfth
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| It’s early morning all across our Commonwealth
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| Shaking off Jim Crow and most hyperbole
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| Recalling Uncle Joe and early Harper Lee
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| Perfect southern gothic history
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| A young boy was murdered, he was only ten
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| This anniversary has been replayed in town since then
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| Except that his family, they can’t live it again
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| Our town’s secret mystery
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| The blinding light of dreams in black and white
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| Mostly hidden til the sun goes down
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| Why would we speak the fears that come at night
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| The secret nightmares of our town
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| We’re in love with cars, and we love to drive
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| Drive to our jobs and drive our kids to school
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| Drive-up Golden Arches, drive-by Golden Rules
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| There’s more to safety than dangers you can see
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| I’ll look out for you if you look out for me
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| Fear is the root of our family tree
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| On this glorious day, the NASA Voyager One probe
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| Has exited the Solar System, billions of miles from our globe
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| Travelling to distant suns may be Mankind’s only hope
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| To solve Earth’s mysteries
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| The blinding light of dreams in black and white
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| Mostly hidden til the sun goes down
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| Why would we speak the fears that come at night
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| The secret nightmares of our town |