| They say change is good, change is good
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| Bleaching the cracks of the neighborhood
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| Tiny stages crumble, just to feed the trough
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| No one’s making trouble, sSo where is the trade-off
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| I’m waving the smelling salts
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| This is your wake up call
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| Won’t you come to mack
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| Won’t you come to
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| Shadows climb up the wall as they’re born
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| Competing for a flattering form
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| Who’s superior, eerier, eerier
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| Who’s superior, eerier, eerier
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| The numbers climb with the crane
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| And every space filled to the brim
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| When every view becomes the same
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| A window out or a window in
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| I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
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| Can’t tear down their scenery
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| Blocking everything I believe in
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| Make your getaway while you still can
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| Do not be afraid of distant lands
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| Make your getaway while you still can
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| You know glass turns back to sand
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| There is no edge, no frontier
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| That has not been dredged, we’re our worst fear
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| Plane-safe your phones, beware the drones
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| As they send in the clones, send in the clones
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| Mute their sound, cackling and cacking
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| Pound for pound, fracturing and fracking
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| I see, I see, see an empire
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| With no fireflies
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| No honeybees
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| No spring-fed wells
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| No maple trees
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| No icebergs
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| No eagles
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| Just beetles
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| Can’t tear down their scenery
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| Blocking everything I believe in
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| Make your getaway while you still can
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| Do not be afraid of distant lands
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| Make your getaway while you still can
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| You know glass turns back to sand
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| Here’s an oar, here’s a boat
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| Sail away through this moat
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| Under, underground
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| Under |