| It’s so quiet in the ruins
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| Walking though the old town
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| Stones crumbling under my feet
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| I see smoke for miles around
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| Oh, it’s enough to make you weep
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| All that remains of the main street
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| Up in the park on Sunday
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| Dogs chasing and the children played
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| Old man with his head down
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| Can’t see nothing more around, no
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| But he remembers how it used to be
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| Back in the old days
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| So nice to see you coming
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| Back in this town again
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| It’s nice to see a friendly face
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| Come peeping through
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| Having tea In the afternoon, now
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| So nice to see you coming
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| Back in this town again
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| Ah, but it’s all changed
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| Winter turned on a man
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| Came down on day
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| When no one was looking
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| And it stole away the land
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| People running scared, losing hands
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| Dodging shadows of falling sand
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| Buildings standing like empty shells
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| And nobody, helping no one else
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| Young child with his hands high
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| Ain’t able to see no reason why, no
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| But he remembers how it used to be
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| So nice to see you coming
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| Back in this town again
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| It’s nice to see a friendly face
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| Come peeping through
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| You’d better know
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| What you’re going through now
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| You came back here to find
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| Your home is a black horizon
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| That you don’t recognize
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| Evil destruction has taken everything
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| You’d better walk on the side
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| While you’re still walking
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| Just keep on walking on
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| Down the street keep your distance
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| From the people you meet, oh, Lord
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| And you’d better watch your eyes
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| 'Cause if smoke gets in them
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| Baby, you won’t rise again
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| So nice to see you coming
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| Back in this town again
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| Where’s it leading to
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| Freedom at what cost
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| People needing more and more
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| And it’s all getting lost
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| I want back, I want back
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| Back to the time
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| When the earth was green
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| And there was no high walls
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| And the sea was clean
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| Don’t stop that sun to shine
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| It’s not yours or mine, no |