In This Town, When It Rains_
There Are Years That Wash Off Towers And The Trains._
And The Splashing Sounds Like Laughing_
As It Rolls And It Slides Off The Ceilings And The Sides_
Of The Towers And The Trains.__
There?
s A Blacklist.
A Deep, Black Malice._
Scars So Deep, They?
re Taught To Children,_
That Live With People?
Till The Grave._
Folks Can?
t Shake?
Em, Twist Or Break?
They Find Themselves Condemned To Burnout._
They Rust And Crack, And Then They Turn Out Like _
The Towers And The Trains.__
Nothing Beats Them Downtown Streets,_
They Can?
t Keep A Dream Alive._
The Women Talking, Men Hard-Rocking._
How Will I Survive?__
We Got Issues From All The Misuse._
We Got Wasted Youth And Missing Persons Who?
ve Got Nothing Left To Do But Age._
They Sit On Their Porches, Lit By Torches,_
And If You Listen In The Stillness, You?
ll Hear Them Singing About Their Illness:_
The Towers And The Trains.__
Nothing Beats Them Downtown Streets,_
They Can?
t Keep A Dream Alive._
The Women Talking, Men Hard-Rocking._
How Will I Survive?__
In My Town, When It Rains.
There Are Years That Wash Off Towers And The Trains._
And The Splashing Sounds Like Laughing_
As It Rolls And It Slides Off The Ceilings And The Sides_
Of The Towers And The Trains.__
Off The Towers And The Trains?
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