The glow of gray, it lights the rain on borough streets And the kids who stayed, they arent holding out for their apology Days like today make reconcile seem far away But I hold old memories like a kid who laughs hard and grabs his ribs There was a time when this city shined The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise There was no place that we didnt own or deface The grooves in the road would spark for us but that books covered in dust The local kid I was to all my older friends I held convictions like a stubborn door with a rusted hinge I sat down and thought, what of here makes me proud? Proud to not dismiss this place and hold it all from gold to gray There was a time when this city shined The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise There was no place that we didnt own or deface The grooves in the road would spark for us but that memory will rust Itll rust and fade away, itll sour these days The rainy streets, they shine tonight We lived life out of this place We wore its map on our faces When this city shined To say the least we left our trace Burned off the tips of our laces When this city shined When this city shined From the light of local eyes From the light of local eyes
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