Small Town Tragedy by Dead Hearts
It seems downtown is dead tonight
Empty storefronts, broken window panes
I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy
Killing me
There's something in the air we try to breathe
That leaves our hopes and dreams gasping
No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
But this city keeps us inside
No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
But this city keeps us inside
There's something in the water that we drink
That dulls our our very sense of feeling
No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
But this city keeps us inside
No one gets out of here alive, but still we try
But this city keeps us inside
It seems downtown is dead every night
We want something
We want something
It seems downtown is dead every night
We want something, not this small town tragedy
We want to forget, even for a night
We want to forget
We want to forget
We want to forget, even for a night
About this small town tragedy
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