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He stood on the edge of
The hole in the ground
Where the towers used to be
Thinking long and hard about
The land of the free.
And feeling like the best part
Of his life had been in vain
He headed for the station
But he couldn't get a train.
He bought himself a paper
As he got onto a bus,
The headline said "You know
It could be any one of us."
What time's the ghost of
summer leaving?
When am I gonna find
another dream?
Got a ticket here for
something I believed in
Now I don't believe in
What it means.
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