| He says Florida’s slowly sinking
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| Sinking into the ocean
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| He says the housing tracts
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| Are built on half fact
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| And the rest half fiction
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| And I can’t argue that statistics
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| Are becoming the definition
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| Of just standing still
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| Between glass and steel
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| Drowning in this quicksand
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| And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
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| Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
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| It’s turning into more than I can take
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| Too much, too soon, too little, too late
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| And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
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| Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
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| It’s turning into more than I can take
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| Too much, too soon, too little, too late
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| Between the garbage and the concrete
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| To the construction grounds under our feet
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| A boomtown gone bust
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| A goldmine to dust
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| Disintegrating
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| We’re latchkey kids from divorces
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| Transplants and the foreign tourists
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| Fill up vacation spots
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| Turned to trailer parks
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| 'Cause this state is fading
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| And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
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| Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
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| It’s turning into more than I can take
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| Too much, too soon, too little, too late
|
| And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
|
| Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
|
| It’s turning into more than I can take
|
| Too much, too soon, too little, too late
|
| And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
|
| Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
|
| It’s turning into more than I can take
|
| Too much, too soon, too little, too late
|
| And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
|
| Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
|
| It’s turning into more than I can take
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| Too much, too soon, too little, too late
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| Too little, too late |