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They used to play there when they were kids You hid right here as I counted 10 We walked right down to the liquor store Went around back and unlocked the door Then we set he place on fire, And laughed until we were tired, oh - no more [Chorus:] He'll never sing Or be able dream He'll never laugh Or fall in love He'll never see the summer again I read the story in the paper Not CNN, but the local review I can imagine the scene of the crime But I wish I couldn't. I can imagine his dying eyes. But I shouldn't. [Chorus] The headlines read "murder in motel" Of story painted well Foremast shadows and empty souls so hollow, brothers sleeping, dreaming sound. They only has each other in that small town. [Chorus] From Letras Mania