.The trees are burnt
The grass is brown
The sky turns red
When the sun goes down
For all the tears
In Godâs green earth
We havenât cracked
In this old town
'cause weâre holding on to youth
And weâre stubborn to the tooth
The smell of dread
And burn.
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