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MATRACA BERG
SUNDAY MORNING TO SATURDAY NIGHT |
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The Resurrection
I walked the streets of this little town
Late last night when it all shut down
Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere
Using my memory for a map
I went looking for trains on the torn up tracks
With a weary conductor, he just turned his back but he's still there
Waiting for the resurrection
Fire from the ashes and the tears
The resurrection
You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
Well, it's hard to believe I'm back again
Looking up old lovers and long lost friends
Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors
I heard Reverend Bill with the kind old face
Say he got alittle stale and he's been replace
Still we all bowed our heads when he said grace at the diner
Waiting for the resurrection
Fire from the ashes and the tears
The resurrection
You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
Well, the engine dies and the main line fails
But surely the heart and the soul prevails
Like the wildflowers grow between the rails in the summer
Oh, the resurrection
Fire from the ashes and the tears
The resurrection
You know dreams die hard
Dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
Oh, around here
Dreams die hard around here
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