| Here on Forest Green
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| Everyone knows that the life is so serene
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| And what’s not to love
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| Under the sky and the shining stars above
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| Stars above
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| A subterranean life
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| I don’t get out, don’t see much daylight
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| I guess the air is sweet
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| Familial ghosts come and haunt me in my sleep
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| In my sleep
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| But I…
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| Only stay here for survival
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| Every day is like the one before, it seems
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| On Forest Green the lights go dim
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| The awful night was creeping in again
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| In again
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| It’s something that you’ve known since birth
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| You understand this place is cursed
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| It is cursed
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| And it feels like home
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| It’s in the landlord’s smile
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| The satisfied gaze of the rank and file
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| We got the sea and the sand
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| We got colonial days on stolen, stolen land
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| Stolen land
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| Farewell to Forest Green
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| No more oasis in the Anthropocene
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| Only flat black glass
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| Under the waves and gone at, gone at last
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| Gone at last
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| And we…
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| Only stay here for survival
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| Always room for new arrivals on the scene
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| On Forest Green the lights go dim
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| The awful night was creeping in again
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| In again
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| It’s something that you’ve known since birth
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| You understand this place is cursed
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| It is cursed
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| But it feels like home
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| Feels like home
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| And I can’t stay long |