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• Artiste: Tom Flannery
• Titre: Ghost Town (Centralia)
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I live in a ghost town but they leave me be I lock up at night and sleep with the key I cut all the grass and plow all the snow hang the Christmas lights over the fire down below in this ghost town I live in a ghost town in the house I was born some look at my door and see the eye of the storm but the floor boards are strong and my roof keeps me dry just me and the squatters who money can't pry from a ghost town I live in a ghost town out on PA 61 where the flowers still bloom and the rays from the sun are the same ones that warm you and point your way home and beat down on the marble that will grace your headstone it's a ghost town I am the town fathers ain't no blight 'round here just the arrogance of progress and the poison of fear I'm judge and I'm jury tax collector and cop fireman and mayor I'll work 'till I drop in this ghost town I live in a ghost town I'll die in one too the spirits mean no harm they're just passing through but stay longer than most tell me what's wrong with that? this place gets in your veins and lays you down flat it's a ghost town I live in a ghost town self conscious no more ignore the wall tapping and the creaks of my floor and the shadows that linger when I play the good host at least we've got each other and that's more than most in this ghost town I am the town fathers ain't no blight 'round here just the arrogance of progress and the poison of fear I'm judge and I'm jury tax collector and cop fireman and mayor I'll work 'till I drop in this ghost town I live in a ghost town but they leave me be I lock up at night and sleep with the key I cut all the grass and plow all the snow hang the Christmas lights over the fire down below in this ghost town