 I walk down my old street, Used to be home for me,
And
Now theres spraypaint on the walls.
I see a house that at one time looked nice but now it is
abandoned,
theres nothing left at all.
So why-y-y must we let our chances fly,
and when oh when oh when will we ever
see hope again
and why-y-y is it so hard to say goodbye,
oh well oh well at least i can
still remember when our
City used to be such a beautiful place,
but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same
my hands are in the air,
it makes no sense to me,
and i
cannot
explain this tragedy...
-
My first trip to the city, yeah, i remember thinking
that those buildings stood so tall,
but now i see that my old stomping ground has just been ravaged,
they seem now rather small,
So why-y-y must we let our chances fly,
and when oh when oh when will we ever
see hope again
why-y-y is it so hard to say goodbye,
oh well oh well at least i can
still remember when our
City used to be such a beautiful place,
but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same
my hands are in the air,
it makes no sense to me,
and i
cannot
explain this tragedy...
-
feels like im living in someone elses dream,
Nothing seems as if its the way that should be,
Its like a dark cloud swallowed up in humanity,
Whatever it is, its beyond me.
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Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me,
A virus spreading through the street, it astounds me,
Homesickness-
-
our City used to be such a beautiful place,
but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same
my hands are in the air,
it makes no sense to me,
and i
cannot
explain this tragedy...
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