| Stuck in Nickel City
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| On the tainted side of a coin
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| El Niño brought a blizzard
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| Greyhound brought a boy
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| Those yellow city lights
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| Accent the gutters and the rats
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| Only the cheap motels were open
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| Wrong side of the tracks
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| Two cold nights in Buffalo
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| On the way to Syracuse
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| Outside town, all the roads are closed
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| Gonna wash this rust belt new
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| A snowy prison out on Main Street
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| Heaters hang from the cells
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| A bum searches for shelter
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| So cold he dreams of hell
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| Is that American dream dying?
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| I hear the whispers of each ghost
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| Of the wealthy man who once died
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| In downtown Buffalo
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| Two cold nights in Buffalo
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| On the way to Syracuse
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| Outside town, all the roads are closed
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| Gonna wash this rust belt new
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| Gonna wash it new
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| What happened to the middle class
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| Mom-and-Pop, five-and-dimes?
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| Soon they’ll be knocking it all down
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| To build that high-rise
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| What happened to the good ol' boys
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| Throwing dice in the street?
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| What happened to the neighborhood
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| And the neighbors you would meet?
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| What happened to recreation?
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| That old roller skating rink?
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| What happened to preserving
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| This town’s history?
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| Two cold nights in Buffalo
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| On the way to Syracuse
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| Outside town, all the roads are closed
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| Gonna wash this rust belt new
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| Gonna wash it new |