(Matraca Berg/Alice Randall)
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I walked the streets of this little town
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Late last night when it all shut down
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Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere
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Using my memory for a map
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I went looking for trains on the torn up tracks
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With a weary conductor, he just turned his back but he's still there
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Waiting for the resurrection
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Fire from the ashes and the tears
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The resurrection
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You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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Well, it's hard to believe I'm back again
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Looking up old lovers and long lost friends
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Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors
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I heard Reverend Bill with the kind old face
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Say he got alittle stale and he's been replace
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Still we all bowed our heads when he said grace at the diner
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Waiting for the resurrection
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Fire from the ashes and the tears
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The resurrection
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You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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Well, the engine dies and the main line fails
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But surely the heart and the soul prevails
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Like the wildflowers grow between the rails in the summer
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Oh, the resurrection
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Fire from the ashes and the tears
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The resurrection
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You know dreams die hard
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Dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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Oh, around here
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Dreams die hard around here
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The Resurrection
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Matraca Berg |