| Seems as though the PTA has finally conquered Rome
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| They’re gonna charge admission and enclose it in a dome
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| Now it’s just a theme park and the rides are over-priced
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| Maybe you can run the one that used to be your life
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| TICs and refugees are scattered far and wide
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| And many tales are told about the day The City died
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| Painted ladies faint before the speculator’s eye
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| The gravy boat will always float until the bay runs dry
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| And everybody sighed
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| And gets all misty eyed
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| About the day the city died
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Oakland
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Portland
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Brooklyn now
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| Prospectors and pushers still conspire to subdivide
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| And many tales are told about the day The City died
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| Skinny dips on crystal ships sail through the Golden Gate
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| I left my heart in a shopping cart at the bottom of the Bay
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| And everybody sighed
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| And gets all misty eyed
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| About the day the city died
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| This one’s called I’m getting addicted
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| This one’s called I’m getting evicted
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| This one’s called another one moving away
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Austin
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| This one’s called I’m moving to London
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| This one’s called somewhere in L. A
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Boston
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Berlin
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| This one’s called I’m off to Savannah, GA
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Glasgow
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Moscow
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| This one’s called I’m moving to Detroit today |