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Here's where the rioters raged over baseball and raceAnd here's where the factories were razed and no memory remainsBut things are working out wellDon't believe what you see on the streetsThe threadbare armies of men broken and dead on their feetHere's where the wrecking crew tore out the heart of the wardNo street signs remind you that a neighborhood died here beforeBut things are working out wellDon't believe what you see on the streetsNo threadbare armies of men broken and dead on their feetNo more bending your back to the weight of the worldNo more sorrows, no setbacks, and no more diving for pearls in the ditches and drainsAll our history's remade and no memory remains of us now From Letras Mania