My town
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Is a place you¡¯ll never come in last
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My town
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Is a place that¡¯s upside down
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My town
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Is a place you¡¯ll always have a full glass
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Once upon a time in a fabricated land
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There lived a town that was custom made for
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People not understood
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The chosen few and they held their flag up high
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Though colored black
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Red was the color of their sky
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If you want in, you want in, you want in
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But to get in, to get in, to get inside
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No parent no fences no credit cards
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No data no children no lowered cars
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Culture wears a face that is hidden with a grin
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The Jones¡¯ left so no keeping up with them
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The rumors are that nobody thinks the same
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Fame is abolished so you¡¯ll never need a name
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If you want in, you want in you want in
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But to get in, to get in to get inside
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No teachers no kittens no wedding plans
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No feelings no hunger, no hip hop jams
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My town
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My town oh oh oh
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(chorus)
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My Town
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GutterMouth |