| The city’s — gentrified
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| Commitees — mollified
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| The place I said I’d die
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| The tenants scraping by
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| And now the avenue
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| Rocks class-war deja vu
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| It swims in high champagne
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| From selling nature like a retail chain
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| You would gain the world, but lose your heart
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| You would bleed the colors from your art
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| You would strip the life from every verse
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| You will sell your soul to reimburse
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| For you would mine it all
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| For ones and zeroes
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| And now Denver is
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| Lonesome for her heroes
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| Now no on cane pay rent
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| 'Cause thy can’t afford to live there
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| A playground for the one-percent
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| So put the middle class on welfare
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| Just pour the sparkling wine
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| Ignore the burning pines
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| You sold our birthrights
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| But you made a couple dollar signs
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| You would gain the world, but lose your heart
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| You would bleed the colors from your art
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| You would strip the life from every verse
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| You will sell your soul to reimburse
|
| For you would mine it all
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| For ones and zeroes
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| And now Denver is
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| Lonesome for her heroes
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| I saw the last sun set
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| Die on the star’s last shrine
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| The city was our only hope
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| To save the columbines
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| And now the heroes gone
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| Their city cast to the swine
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| I saw a future where
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| The pavement ran to the timberline
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| You would gain the world, but lose your heart
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| You would bleed the colors from your art
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| You would strip the life from every verse
|
| You will sell your soul to reimburse
|
| For you would mine it all
|
| For ones and zeroes
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| And now Denver is
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| Lonesome for her heroes |