No stranger in this town. Nobody moves without making a sound. You live and die within the borders and lines. No one dies without paying their fines. .
If I could buy this town. I'd keep it small and rough. Full of third shift dreamers. And high school love. . I'd keep the Church of Christ. And the bowling alley open.
No strangers in this town. No one moves without making a sound. You live and die within the borders and lines. No one dies without paying their fines.