She slees with the windows open Yet she's still locked safe inside And to block out the sounds of the city's commotion She turns her fan up on high Yea she lives just far enough away from home To see the whole scene And down the street the kids throw sticks and stones And end up on the the tv screen Yea they throw their sticks and stones And end up on the tv screen And she used to walk on these gracefully But now they crunch beneath her feet I guess she must be changin' There's just no way to keep it neat And her father still barks like a soldier Returning from victory But now eh's much older And that bark isn't as scary as it used to be Yea she watches his self torture No one left to abuse but himself But still her memory scorches her And she struggles to love herself Her memory scorches her And she struggles to love herself And she used to walk on these gracefully But now they crunch beneath her feet And I guess she must be changin' She never was to good at stayin' in her seat And this town grows hungry and restless Hungry for what I ain't sure But they're sweepin' the streets of the trash and the homeless And raisin' the rent And breakin' the poor And I used to walk on these gracefully But now they crunch beneath my feet And I guess I must be changin' There's just no way to keep it neat I used to walk on these gracefully I guess I must be changin'...
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