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I'm going home, I'm smoking my last cigaretteThe muffler shop's shouting that she's in the cityThe North Frozen Landfill I just can't forget'Cause it marks the town of my pityOrion TownOh now Rochester, you son of a bitchYour psyches and streets are a tumult of achin'The awkwardest memories I just can't unstitchAt least they know they're not forsaken inOrion TownI-75 is the swallower of ChristmasThe gloom of its gladness is night on our shouldersConnecting our sorrows like ponds with an isthmusFrozen and covered with boulders inOrion TownThe yelling, the holler of the ghost I have squanderedThe snow combed tight brightly mirrored false wonder thereThat I did follow to the frozen waterAs my family stood there and stared atOrion Town Aus Songtexte Mania