Tore The Old Place Down Lyrics by The Call
The whole town ran for cover
From the coming of the ghost
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The whole town ran for cover
From the coming of the ghost
In my memory
I can still see that face
I’ve tried to remember
The shape of the face
I remember how this whole thing started
Kind of quiet like a drop of rain
Faithful servants
Counting the years
Well, it could have been me
Living in that house
I was never too wild about big shots
I was never too calm about pain
There’s a crisis in the making
There’s an undertone of fear
You left your nation and relations behind
You’re on your own now
Oh, I am at odds with this world
I’m at odds with myself