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streetart i Berlin
streetart i Berlin

The world got cold, sun got old/And the trees all died away/People left, they all went west/Where tides brought warmer days/For some odd fact, we both came back/There was no one else around/Empty space, frozen waste/We looked for our old house

Oh, Omaha/Oh, Omaha

We found our street beneath dead trees/The house buried in ice/Beds were made, flaking paint/Everything felt right/We went outside to no sunlight/Put on our warm clothes/We took a tour through fancy stores/That everybody knows

Oh, Omaha/Oh, Omaha

We broke the law, empty bars/For who was left to judge/We stayed up late, made our way/Through old abandoned stuff/Soon enough the world warmed up/Folks came flooding home/Every night we stop and sigh/Think of days alone

Oh, Omaha/Oh, Omaha

Aunt Martha

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