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Stand here with the mountain in background The copper mine up the hill from the town Sits asleep like a retiree Once used and now no use for People used to work here And mined their lives from this ground Crushed them in these machines And forged them in the future We just take pictures Of hearts that stopped beating Sometimes you're a tourist with a camera Stealing souls for scrapbooks Sometimes you've got a life back home Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone Sometimes you're really alone Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone Sometimes you're really alone We go home, after fishin' all day And get our hands dirty Getting the catch clean And mike is in the kitchen He's heating up the fry pan And we're in the front yard We're watching the sun fall People used to live here And lived their lives on this ground Raised them in these fields And lost them in the future And we just take pictures Of hearts that stopped beating Sometimes you're a tourist with a camera Stealing souls for scrapbooks Sometimes you've got a life back home Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone Sometimes you're really alone Sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone Sometimes you're really alone