| Something’s not right today
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| I’m gonna try and walk it off
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| Through shattered window panes
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| I can hear the people talking
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| No smiles and no hellos
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| And no one seems to know the answer why this city’s sick
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| And the bus is full of people leaving
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| I could trouble you like you trouble me
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| And I ain’t too scared to face you
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| I could trouble you like you trouble me
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| And I ain’t too scared to face you
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| ‘cause this is our town and we live here
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| This is our town and we’re a crowd
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| ‘cause this is our town and we live here
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| This is our town and we’re a crowd
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| I could trouble you like you trouble me
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| A ripped up coat there lay
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| On a patch of land where children play
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| They’re probably tucked up safe
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| But I worry for the story
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| No smiles and no hellos
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| And no one seems to know the time in which the tide will turn
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| And we can bathe in glory
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| I could trouble you like you trouble me
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| And I ain’t too scared to face you
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| I could trouble you like you trouble me
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| And I ain’t too scared to face you
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| ‘cause this is our town and we live here
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| This is our town and we’re a crowd
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| This is our town and we live here
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| This is our town, this is our town
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| It ain’t yours, it ain’t mine, this is our town
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| It ain’t yours, it ain’t mine, this is our town
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| It ain’t yours, it ain’t mine, this is our town
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| It ain’t yours, it ain’t mine, this is our town
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| It' ain’t yours, it ain’t yours, it ain’t mine
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| ‘cause this is our town and we live here
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| This is our town and we’re a crowd
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| ‘cause this is our town and we live here
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| This is our town and we’re a crowd
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| ‘cause this is our town and we live here
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| This is our town and we’re a crowd
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| ‘cause this is our town and we live here
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| This is our town, this is our town |