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The youths they swagger with some copied frown
Hoods up
Heads down
As the rain it bounces in the middle of this town
My town
A blue flash in window glass
Turn and watch police cars pass
Weaving through this town
My Town
The sunsets on this northern mire
Setting tower blocks on fire
A palace for a hundred kings which looks across this town
My Town
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