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You can’t trust anyone’s
word but your own
these days there’s no luck
for self control

Everybody’s looking inward
with no regard for the love
they stole from you

Living in a small town
can be hell at times
It’s so beautiful
and still so ugly inside

(3x)
And all these trees
let their leaves fall down
with our hearts into gutters
to be washed away by the rain
There they’ll fall into sewer streams
to be washed out into the ocean
open there for all to see

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