| There’s an old green shed at the end of an overgrown driveway
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| And years ago that shed collapsed and fell
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| Years before that there was a withered dog chained up there
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| I saved him, maybe he saved me as well
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| Now he’s gone and I think I’ve come undone
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| And it’s midnight in the city of destruction
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| There’s music in the air and sweet abandon
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| They’re singin' cross the farm in the evening breeze
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| But there’s someone in the rows who’s unwanted
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| And now they’ve cut the faithful from the trees
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| And the bulldozers move in one by one
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| It’s midnight in the city of destruction
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| I lost my guitar, my home, my hope and my good fortune
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| I lost my grandfather, two neighbors and my friend
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| I pray that God himself will come and drown the president
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| If the levees break again
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| Now we’re standin' at the crossroads waitin' for instruction
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| And it’s midnight in the city of destruction
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| There’s a secret prison somewhere south of 60
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| And in that secret prison there’s a secret cell
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| And the prisoner’s bound and burned, blinded and beaten
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| Still that secret prisoner keeps his secret well
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| Turn out the lights 'cause for one night that’s enough, son
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| It’s midnight in the city of destruction |