On a dark street on a cold night pizza's cooking in a storefront oven
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on the corner a boy is waiting the moonlight feels cold and desperate
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some hidden sadness is bound down
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attention is all over town
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ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound
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If these walls could sing, they'd sing us a hundred songs
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If these walls could talk they'd say they'd seen it coming all along
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All along
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Tony's making sliced pies for the lunch rush stirring the sauce pounding out the dough
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his brother left town with his girl she ain't his girl no more
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and some days they seem to never end
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so mundane in this old town
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ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound
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And If these walls could sing they'd sing us a hundred songs
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And if these walls could talk they'd say they'd seen it coming all along
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All along, all along...
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May all these walls we've made in our wasted years and days
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not stand in our way that we may feel the winds of change
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(change, change [3x])
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And if these walls could sing they'd sing us a hundred songs
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And if these walls could talk they'd say they'd seen it coming all along
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And if these walls could sing they'd say they'd seen it coming, coming, coming, coming, coming all along
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(And if these walls could talk)
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All along [5x]
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The Pizza Song
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Bouncing Souls |