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-
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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