| You said we’d leave next year
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| Each year for thirteen years
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| Each year, it gets harder to hear
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| It’s getting harder now just to stay in love
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| And now our roots grow deep
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| Beneath these barren streets
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| I have the darkest dreams
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| The city’s pipes and wires
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| Went through our nerves and veins
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| And those nights, after a double shift, I feel it
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| The test plans you never dared to live
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| They used to light up your eyes
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| Those bulbs have long burned out
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| Let a tornado tear through
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| Let it tear straight through our roof
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| And let the rain pour in
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| I’ll scream, «Babe, this is it!»
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| We’ll leave the house in ruins
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| If we escape right now, we just might make it out
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| This city, this city’s killing us
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| This city, this city’s killing us
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| This city, this city’s killing us
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| It’s killing us
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| It’s killing us
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| This city, this city’s killing us
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| This city, this city’s killing us
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| This city, this city’s killing us
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| It’s killing us
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| It’s killing us
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| It’s killing us |