German Village
Blackberry Winter
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The red door is closed
The village, town of ghosts
I thought I was home
I thought this as home
The weeds in our backyards
Ignored right from the start
Now can't look away
My eyes can't escape
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Our city isn't for
Us people anymore
Paid off with minimum wage
While they're still underage
Halfway from job and home
All strangers walk alone
Where are we to go?
Where are we to go?
Where are we to go?
Where are we to go?
Where are we to go?
Where are we to go?