I walk down my old street, Used to be home for me,

And

Now theres spraypaint on the walls.

I see a house that at one time looked nice but now it is

abandoned,

theres nothing left at all.

So why-y-y must we let our chances fly,

and when oh when oh when will we ever

see hope again

and why-y-y is it so hard to say goodbye,

oh well oh well at least i can

still remember when our

City used to be such a beautiful place,

but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same

my hands are in the air,

it makes no sense to me,

and i

cannot

explain this tragedy...

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My first trip to the city, yeah, i remember thinking

that those buildings stood so tall,

but now i see that my old stomping ground has just been ravaged,

they seem now rather small,

So why-y-y must we let our chances fly,

and when oh when oh when will we ever

see hope again

why-y-y is it so hard to say goodbye,

oh well oh well at least i can

still remember when our

City used to be such a beautiful place,

but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same

my hands are in the air,

it makes no sense to me,

and i

cannot

explain this tragedy...

-

feels like im living in someone elses dream,

Nothing seems as if its the way that should be,

Its like a dark cloud swallowed up in humanity,

Whatever it is, its beyond me.

-

Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me,

A virus spreading through the street, it astounds me,

Homesickness-

-

our City used to be such a beautiful place,

but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same

my hands are in the air,

it makes no sense to me,

and i

cannot

explain this tragedy