| Got a job at the paper mill
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| Building boxes for retail
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| Getting a little over minimum
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| Maximizing all my time
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| Big thoughts keep me occupied
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| Daydreams of a different life
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| Wondering where these boxes go
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| Filling up some daydream home
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| A world that we will never know
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| This town’s a black hole
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| This town’s a black hole
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| This town’s consuming you
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| It’s a vacuum of light
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| If we just left tonight…
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| I forget what’s keeping me
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| From boxing up my own things
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| This is where I was born and raised
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| In that regard, I guess it’s safe
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| Or, is it something sinister
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| That holds my old bones prisoner
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| Somedays, I can’t get out of bed
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| For all the voices tearing through my head
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| We hang our hats in our own hell
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| This town’s a black hole
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| This town’s a black hole
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| This town will steal your soul
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| And before you know it, you’re 50 years old
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| This town’s a black hole
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| This town’s an asshole
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| This town will drag you down
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| It won’t let you get out
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| We gotta leave now…
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| This town’s a black hole
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| This town’s a black hole
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| This town will steal your soul
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| And before you know it, you’re 60 years old |