| I trade all my sunshine,
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| For twin towers to hide behind,
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| And find you there.
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| When I left on that sunday,
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| To come home on a Tuesday,
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| Well I never,
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| I never thought I’d have to see and watch the world explode.
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| And I swear it was beautiful, befor they sent those aeroplanes,
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| And I thought I would show it to you, just like my dad did.
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| Hometown come tumbling down.
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| When she came on a Friday,
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| I took her home the long way,
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| So she could see.
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| And she asked how they made it, and would they ever change it,
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| I said no way.
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| It’s half of what you see, you none of what you hear believe.
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| And I told her that they remind me of Mowtown 60 Skinny ties,
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| What they thought the future looked like, where the Jetsons' lived.
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| Hometown come tumbling down.
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| And watched it and we cried,
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| And we ran to the front line,
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| And some came home.
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| But i stay off the express-way,
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| Nothing to see there anyway,
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| That view sucks now.
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| There was I time the Brooklyn traffic couldn’t get me down.
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| And I swear it was beautiful,
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| I hope they build them tall again,
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| Until then your imagination is all that you will have… |