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This Old Town A rewrite I wanted to save, changed so people may better understand the meaning i intended. There was a place I was from Just an old worn out town That is, until some people came and decided to just “tear it down” Those people only saw what's wrong And just couldn't let it be Their sticking noses had to grow long And what they saw, others had to see I miss the building, the old wood frames I miss the streets, that went both ways I miss the people and their names And wonder what happened to the "good old days" This old town may not have been Great but, this old town was never that bad It was built upon both love and hate And we shared them both, it's what we had Now it's gone, and one can find Amongst the ruins and the rubble. The love that's lost, the hate that's found Was "tearing it down" worth all that trouble? |
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I meant this to mean more of a political statement. when originally written, Maybe it's clearer now.
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