| Found my love by the gaswork croft
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| Dreamed a dream by the old canal
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| Kissed my girl by the factory wall
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| Dirty old town, dirty old town
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| I heard a siren from the dock
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| Saw a train set the night on fire
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| Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind
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| Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
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| We’re goin' to take a good sharp axe
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| Shining steel tempered in the fire
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| And we’ll chop you down like an old dead tree
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| Dirty old town, dirty old town
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| Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
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| And oh we’ll chop you down
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| Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town
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| Dirty old town, dirty old town
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| And oh whoa-oh dirty old town
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| Chop you down one of these days |