| It seems downtown is dead tonight
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| Empty storefronts, broken window panes
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| I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy
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| Killing me
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| There’s something in the air we try to breathe
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| That leaves our hopes and dreams gasping
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| No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
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| But this city keeps us inside
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| No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
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| But this city keeps us inside
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| There’s something in the water that we drink
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| That dulls our our very sense of feeling
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| No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
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| But this city keeps us inside
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| No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
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| But this city keeps us inside
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| It seems downtown is dead every night
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| We want something
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| We want something
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| It seems downtown is dead every night
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| We want something, not this small town tragedy
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| We want to forget, even for a night
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| We want to forget
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| We want to forget
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| We want to forget, even for a night
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| About this small town tragedy |