| As the lights go down at the carnival
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| And the last ride grinds to a stop
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| All the bums are singing out 'the parting glass'
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| In the church across the lot
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| And all the thieves and the liars and the hypocrites
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| That brought her down so low
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| All file past the coffin man
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| Like wolves out on the prowl
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| And everyone has an alibi
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| No one was at the scene
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| The only eulogy is written out in spraypaint on the street
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| Lady liberty what the hell is happening
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| It seems like your torch it don’t burn for me
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| Your children are hungry and can’t find their way home
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| Whatever happened to the dream?
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| All the junkies and the drunks and the burned out punks
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| Out wandering the streets
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| Just looking for a five spot of happiness
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| To burn away their broken dreams
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| And in a penthouse apartment in a highrise
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| Standing high above the filth
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| You know the promised land just went and made a promise
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| To someone else
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| And the guns on the roof are silent for now
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| But you still don’t feel safe
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| Until you’re locked in your room five floors up man
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| Planning your escape |