It’s raining again, and it seems like this city gets drearier everyday, Perhaps it’s the weather or maybe I’ve been here too long, still I defiantly stay, And they’re building more upmarket riverside housing, when there are streets down the road with no people to fill. A regional hub of prosperity committing character suicide, and there’s not much more of it left to kill. They won’t be happy until every city centre looks the same, Helplessly trapped within homogeneity, I want to tell them they should be ashamed, but I’m not sure who to blame, You know the day’s a write off when even the Durham advertiser is getting you down, a local kid just got beat to death drinking with his mates at a club in town, and is this the price we pay? Was he a worthy sacrifice to make? I’m not gonna leave the fucking house today, I’ll just stare at the ceiling, I’ll just lie on the cold, cold ground. One more metre of concrete, One more local shop closed down, No matter how much they change it, This is still our town.
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