The glow of grey, it lights the rain on borough streets
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And the kids who stayed, they aren't holding out for their apology
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Days like today make reconcile seem far away
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But I hold old memories like a kid who laughs hard and grabs his ribs
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There was a time when this city shined
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The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise
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There was no place that we didn't own or deface
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The grooves in the road would spark for us but that book's covered in dust
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The local kid I was to all my older friends
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I held convictions like a stubborn door with a rusted hinge
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I sat down and thought, what of here makes me proud?
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Proud to not dismiss this place and hold it all from gold to grey
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There was a time when this city shined
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The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise
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There was no place that we didn't own or deface
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The grooves in the road would spark for us but that memory will rust
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It'll rust and fade away, it'll sour these days
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The rainy streets, they shine tonight
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We lived life out of this place
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We wore its map on our faces
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When this city shined
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To say the least we left our trace
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Burned off the tips of our laces
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When this city shined
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When this city shined
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From the light of local eyes
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From the light of local eyes
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Light Of Local Eyes
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