| the whole town ran for cover
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| from the coming of the ghost
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| the lives of so many people
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| the coming of the host
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| its a good life, its a great gift
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| that lies hidden in the hope
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| the hope that holds young lovers
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| and they did not even know
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| they tore the old place down
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| there’s nothing more, aaoh
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| a man cries out in anguish
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| a man cries out alone
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| he says what’s happened to my city
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| what’s happened to my home
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| each child stands uncovered
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| make it be for old
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| he says what have you to show me you did not hear me call
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| they tore the old place down
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| there’s nothing more, oh oh oh oh they stood up on the balcony
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| they watched the city burn
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| is there nothing to be gained from this
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| is there nothing to be learned
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| we passed beyond the mountains
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| and the desert took us in it was a shining bright oasis
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| that marked the journey’s end
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| they tore the old place down
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| there’s nothing more |