| Dear Mr Reed
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| Thank you for taking a few minutes
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| To read this missive riddled in mystery
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| Conceived to ease your disbelief
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| This city’s streets are dripping with intrigue
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| And the stink of conceit
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| Though dare I say it brings
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| With it a mystique: a miserable chic
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| Admittedly I concede
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| This isn’t your standard work
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| I am aware it sounds absurd
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| But that’s the way the candle burns
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| ‘Til dampened by the putrid pusillanimous manner
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| The ancient propaganda works
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| But excuse my lack of good manners
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| Call me Johannes Van Der Berg
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| Welcome to our town
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| You look as if you could use a drink
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| Bring along those sorrows you can’t drown
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| You can swim or you can sink
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| What do you think?
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| What do you think?
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| Welcome to our town
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| You look as if you could use a drink
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| Bring along those sorrows you can’t drown
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| You can swim or you can sink
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| What do you think?
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| Welcome, welcome, welcome
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| To the parochial local of Oakmont
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| Home of the hopeless down and outs
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| Other towns around us don’t want
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| Resting place of castaways
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| Forsaken and forgotten
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| Lost, adrift amidst the rotten bits of flotsam
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| Which have washed up
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| It’s a sodom for the sodden sods
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| Whose sullen souls are softened
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| By the soothing sounds of sirens' sighs
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| Rising up from rock bottom
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| The place lies on ley lines
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| The veins of ancient bloodlines
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| That flush away the sacred flesh
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| To make way for the flood times
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| The antediluvian realm of Cthulu
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| Is answering to a new axiom
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| Where anchovies — humans sans sanity — loom into view with clarity
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| The Pantheon tell terrible parallel parables
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| And are washing away any arable land
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| Unbearable and incomparable pain
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| No normal mortal can even stand
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| Welcome to our town
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| You look as if you could use a drink
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| Bring along those sorrows you can’t drown
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| You can swim or you can sink
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| What do you think?
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| What do you think?
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| Welcome to our town
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| You look as if you could use a drink
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| Bring along those sorrows you can’t drown
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| You can swim or you can sink
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| What do you think?
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| Welcome to our town
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| You look as if you could use a drink
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| Bring along those sorrows you can’t drown
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| You can swim or you can sink
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| What do you think? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Sinking City , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming XIX, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп