| Part 2 — El Duende Agonizante
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| Instrumental
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| Part 3 — Minstrel’s Lament
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| I have watched in wonder as The colours turned to grey
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| I’ve seen the metal machines and
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| The factory dreams
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| I just got to get away
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| I have grown accustomed to The drugs of power and steel
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| And the achin' in my head and the concrete bed
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| And the politician’s velvet feel, oh I have learned to save my smile and
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| Use it like a knife
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| We’ve all learned to trust in profit and value
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| Profit over life
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| I have watched the skyline grow in Defiance of the sun
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| We let it take us and we let it break us Now the damage has been done, oh I have learned the language
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| Of the lost that walk the streets
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| And I’m the city’s minstrel
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| Who knows all of her syncopated beats
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| I can recall when ambitions were small
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| And the music filled the air
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| But the minstrel’s crying 'cause the music’s dying
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| And the city’s everywhere
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| It’s everywhere
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| Now there’s no more singing
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| Just a ringing in my ears
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| And the city’s story in all it’s power
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| Is the greatest of my fears
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| Long gone once upon a time
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| I sang a song so sweet
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| But now I can’t hear the melody
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| I just feel the driving beat, beneath my feet
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| Hear my crying |