| In my little town
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| I grew up believing
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| God keeps his eye on us all
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| And he used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall
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| Lord I recall my little town
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| Coming home after school
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| Riding my bike past the gates of the factories
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| My mom doing the laundry
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| Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze
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| And after it rains there’s a rainbow
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| And all of the colors are black
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| It’s not that the colors aren’t there
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| It’s just imagination they lack
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| Everything’s the same back in my little town
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| In my little town I never meant nothing
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| I was just my father’s son
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| Saving my money
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| Dreamin of glory
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| Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun
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| Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
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| Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
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| Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town |