They say people used to live there
A long time ago,
In the town in the middle of the desert.
A place with no water,
Just sun beating down
On your head.
A long time ago,
In the town in the middle of the desert.
A place with no water,
Just sun beating down
On your head.
They say people made a living
A long time ago,
In the town where the mines used to be.
A place that was dark
And full of riches,
Free for any man to claim.
They say people loved it
A long time ago,
In the town where ghosts now live.
Living out lives
That no one cares about,
They wish they mattered once more.
There are a lot of things people say
About that town in the desert,
A place where people once lived
And worked.
They say it was dirty,
They say it was poor,
They say it was like nothing
You'd see today.
They say people prayed
For rain every day,
And ran when the wells ran low.
This town's one of the lucky ones.
People come to visit,
To remember a world
Full of gold, and promises that were never kept.
They say, to this day,
That this town was special.
This town that only
The ghosts really know.
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