| Gather round to hear this tale
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| A story which has grown old
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| Torn of their pride
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| Stars crash and collide
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| The wrecking yard’s grown cold
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| They may laugh and they may say that
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| This doesn’t happen oh no If you happen to see them just listen
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| Take away some of their pain tonight
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| These are saddened times today
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| This sickened place we live
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| We walk right through the wrecking yard
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| It’s nothing that we give
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| Listen now to the songs they sing
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| They try to stay warm
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| But the cold it stays
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| Houses are worn
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| Absent of storm
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| They’re learning how tonight
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| Dancing in the night
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| They’re shining up above the sky
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| Laughing in their darkest times
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| You’ll see them asleep in the rain tonight
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| These are saddened times today
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| This sickened place we live
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| We walk right through the wrecking yard
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| It’s nothing that we give
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| These are saddened times today
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| This sickened place we live
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| We’re walking right on through the wrecking yard
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| It’s nothing that we give we’re going
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| We’re going
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| We’re walking right on through the wrecking yard
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| It’s nothing that we give
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| Gather round to hear this tale
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| A story which has grown old |