| Well you can stay in the town that gave birth to you to return to the earth
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| it’s built on
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| Or you can run like the river flowing down to the ocean or a road and on each
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| thereon
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| And all the music in the world is a swimming pool on the top of the tallest
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| building
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| Bubbling up to a boil on the water pealing off those echoing walls
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| Please
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| Don’t let the fires go out in the factories
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| Don’t let the fires go out in your house
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| 'Cause I’ve always been ready for some steady work
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| There’s never been enough of it to go around
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| And I never really know why you stick with me
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| I only know I’m still stuck on you
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| But if the fires go out in the factories
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| Then the fires go out in me too
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| And greeting each day with the same heavy hand holds the hand that made the
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| crack in the door
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| And lately I’ve been thinking that the days feel longer as a life gets a little
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| too short
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| When weeds grow up in the parking lots we shouldn’t tell them that we wanted
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| them to
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| And I always hoped that the difference in me would be enough to make a
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| difference to you
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| Please
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| Don’t let the fires go out in the factories
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| Don’t let the fires go out in your house
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| 'Cause I’ve always been ready for some steady work
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| There’s never been enough of it to go around
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| And I never really know why you stick with me
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| I only know I’m still stuck on you
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| But if the fires go out in the factories
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| Then the fires go out in me too
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| And I never really know why you stick with me
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| I only know I’m still stuck on you
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| But if the fires go out in the factories
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| Then the fires go out in me too |