| Steam rising and spiraling then vanish in the wind
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| I can’t tell where the land ends and the sky begins
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| Are you acquainted with the threat of being killed?
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| Or are you conversing with pigeons on the windowsill?
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| Every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought
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| Down we, down we’ve descended
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| Every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer and the
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| sidewalks overflow
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| So we patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction
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| When you’re lost and can’t ask a question
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| This city’s spiraling and vanish in the wind
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| I can’t tell where the land ends and the sky begins
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| The city truly is assaulting my senses
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| Unkempt unruly devour defenseless occupant
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| If poverty builds character and spoils breed arrogance
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| I’d rather consort with the low and decadent
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| Every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought
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| Down we, down we’ve descended
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| Every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer and the
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| sidewalks overflow
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| So we patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction
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| When you’re lost and can’t ask a question
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| You’d better have the strength of the wandering aimless
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| With an audience of the most prestigious
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| Do you have to strain to love the one you came with?
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| I hope you have the strength because we’re in the belly of… |