| No painted trains on the underground
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| No kids with spray cans jumping over fences
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| All the suits and the ties all march in a straight line
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| Deafening the sound of the helpless
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| It's a city of a thousand heartbeats
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| No room for another soul
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| The same building on a different street
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| But nobody knows
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| Tear it down till it's gone
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| All you ever, all you ever wanted
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| Kill the lights while they're on
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| Is it all you ever, all you ever wanted?
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| Stand in a line for a hole in the wall
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| 'Cause people still need cash to buy their freedom
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| Moving forward, walking back
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| Everyone is falling, but we don't see them
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| A day away from a stroke of bad luck
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| Money's slipping right through the cracks
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| It's a shame how we don't know
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| What we really have
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| Tear it down till it's gone
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| All you ever, all you ever wanted
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| Kill the lights while they're on
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| Is it all you ever, all you ever wanted?
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| Is it all you ever wanted?
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| Mine's the city with a thousand heartbeats
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| But we're just tryna keep a dream alive
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| New sign on an old street
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| I don't recognise
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| Tear it down till it's gone
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| All you ever, all you ever wanted
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| Kill the lights while they're on
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| Is it all you ever, all you ever wanted?
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| Is it all you ever wanted? |