| Where I grew up it was different
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| There was no violence or like other towns
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| But when I came home from school that night
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| I saw the cops were on the run
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| There were kids on the wall reaching up to the sky
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| Like a culture shock of joy
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| It sent me into a strong fascination
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| And what’s been lost is back
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| ‘Cause we were the only ones
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| Darling and Me this time it’s going down
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| You know where I belong
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| And you know it’s time that we let go
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| Been drifting so far away from home
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| November came back and all was gone
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| You know where I belong, my darling
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| This time it’s going down
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| When December came I was older
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| And snow was finally on the ground
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| Soldiers lining up, cameras feeding the world
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| With pictures that would mark my mind
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| I heard his woman scream as she was begging for trust
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| Then turning ghost-like behind the court
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| A shotgun blast, as new years passed
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| Oppression was on the run
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| ‘Cause we were the only ones
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| Darling and Me this time they’re going down
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| You know where I belong
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| You know it’s time that we let go
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| Been drifting so far away from home
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| November came back and all was gone
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| You know where I belong, my darling
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| This time they’re going down
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| They’re going down
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| You know where I belong
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| You know it’s time that we let go
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| Been drifting so far away from home
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| November came back and now it’s gone
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| You know where I belong, my darling
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| It’s going down |