| My town
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| Is a place you’ll never come in last
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| My town
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| Is a place that’s upside down
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| My town
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| Is a place you’ll always have a full glass
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| Once upon a time in a fabricated land
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| There lived a town that was custom made for
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| People not understood
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| The chosen few and they held their flag up high
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| Though colored black
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| Red was the color of their sky
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| If you want in, you want in, you want in
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| But to get in, to get in, to get inside
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| No parent no fences no credit cards
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| No data no children no lowered cars
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| Culture wears a face that is hidden with a grin
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| The Jones' left so no keeping up with them
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| The rumors are that nobody thinks the same
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| Fame is abolished so you’ll never need a name
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| If you want in, you want in you want in
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| But to get in, to get in to get inside
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| No teachers no kittens no wedding plans
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| No feelings no hunger, no hip hop jams
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| My town
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| My town oh oh oh |