| In a town without a name
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| There is no shame
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| No blame to claim
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| One fine day the pilgrims came
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| And made new rules for an old game
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| And I’m waiting for the garbage man To take you away
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| And I’m searching for my playground
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| So I can go and play
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| So they built a big smoke stack
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| Built a railroad track
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| They made the dirt roads black
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| And they did it behind your back
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| And now you pay their tax
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| Hoping something cracks
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| And I’m waiting for the garbage man
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| To take you away
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| And I’m searching for my playground
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| So I can go and play
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| From out of the dust came corrosion and rust
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| That made you look so cheap
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| There’s nothing to have here
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| And nothing to hold here
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| And nothing that you can keep
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| Now understand this is no man’s land
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| And its all that’s left that’s free
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| Where the kings of nothing rule my friend
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| And you can’t make me leave
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| There’s a billboard in the sky
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| Reflecting water in your eyes
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| This big city, this ghost town
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| Will come crawling to the ground
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| And I’m waiting for the hurricane To blow you away
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| And I’m searching for my twister
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| To twist you into shape
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| Now my speach is said and done
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| The circus came, I had my fun
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| And the wasteland has been won
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| And the building has begun
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| And I’m waiting for the earthquake To shake you down
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| And I see my mother nature Trying to drag you around
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| From out of the dust came
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| Corrosion and rust
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| That made you look so cheap
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| There’s nothing to have here
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| And nothing to hold here
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| And nothing that you can keep
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| Now understand this is no man’s land
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| And its all that’s left that’s free
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| Where the kings of nothing rule my friend
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| (Then you can’t make believe?) |