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You told me on your birthday
All the things that this place had done to you
And in the streets you walk
You hide your face 'cause they don't believe it's true
They say "it doesn't happen that often"
But it's happening right now
I'm writing you this letter to let you know
"I'm not all right"
And in this city the streets are paved with hate
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight and say
"No, there aren't enough love songs in the sky"
You're counting down the days 'til you can say
"Bye-bye, city, bye-bye"
You're walking down on Union
You see the roads and know they're a part of you
They say "it doesnt happen that often"
But it's happening right now
I'm writing you a second time to let you know
"Nothing here has changed"
The streets, still paved with hate
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight
Will you look back on this night as the day that ruined your life?
Will you look back on these city streets and say
"Oh, God, what happened?"
With these city streets I hide my face
I turn away when you look at me
And every night when I'm trying to sleep
I feel your hands all over my body
You stripped away the street signs
And you shot out all the stop lights
You smashed away the buildings
What would you have left?
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