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YellaWhat happened to this small forgotten townWhere words use to carry the weight And silence wasn't drowned Everybody left for a better life downtown And the baseball rolls slowly off the pitcher's mound As I stood in the batter's box once they struck me out I showed a sign a weakness and I swung my bat And the fire that once burned yella turned to ash Then Sir Lawrence of Philadelphia gave me some facts And they lifted the weight of Olympus off my back Sometimes when you lose my friend you win Why does it end the good times when the good times just begin Fortunes have nowhere left to spend Everybody's differences have a common ground We let ourselves get in the way of our leaps and bounds And you've shown a sign of weakness when you lack And the fire that once burned yella turned to ash And the fortress you built around you one day will crash And will lift the weight of Olympus right off your back |