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John Wayne would be turning in his grave,
Seeing all the girls who don't want to be saved,
The boys they got tired of playing the hero,
They risked their lives and in turn received nothing to show
Even tumbleweed don't roll through this town,
Boards go up as the shops close down,
Zombies walk the high street, of a Friday night,
No club or pub or bar is open in sight
It's been dead here for decades, let alone years,
The source of peoples comfort, pain, love and fears,
Each time you try to leave you get pulled back in,
Lassoed by the few remaining factories, our losses, and our wins
We've this enormous world to explore,
Yet we have all we need here and more,
No need to ride into the sunset, atop a great horse,
Eventually we'll get out,
Once time has run its course
We either leave now, or this is where we die,
We run to the cities, but we're blinded by London's lights
Some day we'll pass back through again,
Coz we take these towns with us from start to end,
Some attachment that runs far deeper than blood,
Despite the inevitable sinking into the sand, the mire, the mud
You know maybe John Wayne won't be turning in his grave,
Not all the girls round here needed to be saved,
The boys in time, well, they'll learn,
That love is measured by trust and faith and not,
By how much you gain in return.
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