| In My Little Town, 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, in My Little Town,
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| Comin' home after school, flyin' my bike past the gates of the factories,
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| My mom doin' the laundry, hangin' out shirts in the dirty breeze.
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| And after it rains there’s a rainbow and all of the colors are black.
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| It’s not that the colors aren’t there, it’s just imagination they lack.
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| Everything’s the same back in My Little Town,
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| My Little Town, My Little Town.
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| Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town.
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| Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town.
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| In My Little Town, I never meant nothin',
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| I was just my father’s son. |
| Mmm.
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| Savin' my money, dreamin' of glory,
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| Twitchin' like a finger on the trigger of a gun.
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| Leavin' nothin' but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
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| Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town.
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| Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town.
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| Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town.
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| Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Little Town. |