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Dead Factories (Lucas Austin)

I had stayed indoors unless you count the front porch Eating little, save for cigarettes and fear But life was unshield Singing come I believe you Singing women Singing children Screaming me The home I had made wasn't three years wasted But the man that I'd become wasted away My thoughts turned more sour With each slur I had spouted And to reconcile I had to run away I was more than a boy Though all children will tease Screaming friends Singing voiceless harmony When I was a much younger man In a town filled with dead factories With June came the rain And your mother went crazy She was banging on the door while I did sleep With all the broken glass and the police sirence passing I admit I was afraid to be away I have tired old eyes Sleepless nights bred by guilt of wicked days Tell me here in your arms Was I ever that man In a town filled with dead factories In a town filled with dead factories In a town filled with dead factories