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I walk down my old street
used to be home for me and
now there's spray paint on the walls
I see a house that at one time looked nice
but now it is abandoned
there's nothing left at all
so why, why, must we let our chances fly
when oh when oh will we ever see hope again
why, why, why, is it so hard to say good-bye
well oh well at least I can still remember when
our city used to be such a beautiful place
now you can't walk down the street
the same and think you'll see the same
my hands are in the air
it makes no sense to me
I cannot explain this tragedy
my first trip to the city
I remember thinking
that the buildings stood so tall
and when I see that my old stomping ground
is just a city ravaged
they seem small now rather
feels like I'm living in someone else's dream
it don't seem this is the way
that things should be
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Pennywise - Homesick 1993
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The american government is fucked up and so is the american way of living. Not american's fault but fuck I would hate to live in a society like that. Guns kill.
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