| A footbridge calls out, dull metal moans as we clamber over
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| Paint is repelled and bronze grips hard
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| I can’t touch such an ugly surface
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| 250 miles away, you need money to spread your wings
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| Each town must bear a name
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| A lasting testament to organization
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| Sobbing and sighing
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| The scales are falling from your eyes
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| Green metal grows, towers toppling
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| They tore it down before I took my picture
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| A19 I can’t settle down
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| The same attitude engulfs this country
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| My only aspirations were those held on an A4 printout
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| But those words weren’t in my repertoire
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| You can’t cling to a reputation
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| Sobbing and Sighing
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| The scales are falling from your eyes
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| Tossing and Turning
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| The truth should come as no surprise
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| A continent could fall tonight
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| And it would have no impact on our lives
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| It’s okay to love the way that something looks
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| Just be sure beneath it something hooks
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| Sobbing and Sighing
|
| The scales are falling from your eyes
|
| Tossing and Turning
|
| The truth should come as no surprise
|
| A continent could fall tonight
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| And it would have no impact on our lives
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| It’s okay to love the way that something looks
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| Just be sure beneath it something hooks |