Town
This town is old and cold and sick and sad
It’s every dark lit street
you’d never walk down willingly
It’s every gas pump in the rain
With drain pipes working slowly
It’s every face that sags in knowing
They will always be this way
It’s every promise made to no one
Of a better life some day
It’s every desperate raffle, every bet, every gamble, every trade
And It’s wishing on a star to take it far far away
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