| I walked the streets of this little town
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| Late last night when it all shut down
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| Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere
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| Using my memory for a map
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| I went looking for trains on the torn up tracks
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| With a weary conductor, he just turned his back but he’s still there
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| Waiting for the resurrection
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| Fire from the ashes and the tears
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| The resurrection
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| You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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| Well, it’s hard to believe i’m back again
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| Looking up old lovers and long lost friends
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| Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors
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| I heard reverend bill with the kind old face
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| Say he got alittle stale and he’s been replace
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| Still we all bowed our heads when he said grace at the diner
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| Waiting for the resurrection
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| Fire from the ashes and the tears
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| The resurrection
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| You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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| Well, the engine dies and the main line fails
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| But surely the heart and the soul prevails
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| Like the wildflowers grow between the rails in the summer
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| Oh, the resurrection
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| Fire from the ashes and the tears
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| The resurrection
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| You know dreams die hard
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| Dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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| Oh, around here
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| Dreams die hard around here |