| A city’s molten gold
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| The native rite of desperation
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| Affordable and safe
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| Words once in love now separated
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| Another auld lang syne to your bullpen
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| More vacancies my friends
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| Let’s do this!
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| Cracks in wet asphalt
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| Stress fractures cave-in to craters
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| Structural downfall
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| Leaking life
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| Dad is a failure
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| Everything in this sinking building broke
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| The bread-and-butter choke
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| Oh no
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| Jini Jini, I lost my head
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| Can’t pay the rent, can’t mend the fence
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| The life we built in the home we made
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| Where ownership it means nothing
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| If we leave, we will never be able
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| To return from landlock
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| We could breathe within our means
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| Stable for the long-term trade-off
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| It’s only a version of you
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| With a distorted world view
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| The fear of the unknown
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| Imprisons you
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| Jini Jini, I lost my head
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| Can’t mend the fence, can’t pay the rent
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| The life we built in the home we made
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| Where ownership it means nothing
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| Ownership means nothing
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| Our ownership, it means nothing |