| Saxophone until 0:44
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| Organ until 1:03
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| And if we could wed say the future’s in your hands
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| So hold on to your I-phone
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| Leave the city and find your own way home
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| You ain’t got to flip no burgers
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| Push shelves further
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| And be a coffee server
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| You aunt got to answer no calls
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| Man the stalls or get broken balls
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| Creators leave the city
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| And leave all that shitty to city creepers
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| Rushing on those pollutes streets
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| Running in pops under our feet
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| We looked at the natural world and built nothing in its image
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| Are you still looking up at those concrete squares and glass towers
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| Hoping one day they will blossom like flowers
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| Like flowers in a hippies hair
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| Creative people how much longer can you stare
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| Creative people
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| How much longer can you stare?
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| Tell me you’re not tired of
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| Not tired of moving to the latest green neighborhood
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| Only to find this new place to be at
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| Is cool enough for rich folks to put a luxury flat
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| Where you hang your hat
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| Move out the city
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| Move off of dry land altogether now be a float
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| Bring your emails and flip flops on your boat
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| Where the pigs won’t bother you when you smoke
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| Leave the city
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| I’m not saying be a lone
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| Just give your mind time to think and roam
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| Creator’s wireless communication has been invented
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| You don’t feel like you need to be standing next to the person who’s telling you
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| What to draw how to film when to play
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| You’ll still have a boss though
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| I’m afraid I can’t make that go a way
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| But you can ignore them for one more day if you could leave the city
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| Kick aside your nine to five
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| Live your dream by the river side
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| Leave the city
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| Leave the death destruction and corruption
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| You deserve better than being robbed in the confusion
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| Forced to give the man back the money you sold to earn
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| Creative people now it’s our turn
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| Cause we were born not invented
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| Alive not printed
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| Aloud not prevented
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| So leave the city |