| The king of the swinging moods is back in town
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| And everybody’s tiptoeing around him, surround him
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| As he pounds a silver hammer, drops revolutionary grammar
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| Concerning the burning of city hall and urban sprawl and decay
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| (bidding so long)
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| Farewell to the days of having it both ways
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| Hell is other people, some people never learn
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| When optimism fails and my cooler head prevails
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| I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns
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| Down in the abstract, looking for a concrete artifact:
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| Something to hold on to, not one more thing to believe in
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| Stuck in a fall-back, and fighting off a heart attack
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| And you’re so tangible, Like a nitroglycerin tablet under my tongue
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| Farewell to the days of having it both ways
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| The boom’s a bust out, but thanks for your concern
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| When pessimism fails and my cooler head prevails
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| I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns
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| Progress shall be defined by your position on the bridge as it burns
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| When populism, activism, urbanism fail
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| My cooler head -- my cooler head will prevail
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| When there are no more gods left to anoint
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| No more noses to bend out of joint
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| I’m gonna meet you at the point of diminishing returns
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| (bidding so long…)
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| Farewell to the days of having it both ways
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| Hell is other people, some people never learn
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| (bidding so long…)
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| Farewell to the days of having it both ways
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| (so long…)
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| When optimism fails and my cooler head prevails
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| I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns |