Missing Magic
It's five blocks to get to uptown.
Where life no longer lives.
A vacant sea of all run down.
Where yesteryear never forgives.
A world that lives within my soul.
And dreams that now have died.
Forty years can take it's toll.
When failure's all that's tried.
Some may say it's not that bad.
That's just the way it is.
But personally, it is sad.
My downtown's lost it's fizz.
Life has changed so many ways.
And not all of them good.
In my hometown where no one stays.
And I'm the last in the neighborhood.
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