| My favourite buildings are all falling down
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| Seems like I dwell in a different town
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| But why should I bother with painting them brown
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| When they’ll all be pulled down in the end
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| My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles
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| Remind me somehow of your favourite smiles
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| Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles
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| In the rain
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| Nobody seems to know how long
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| All of these buildings belong
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| Till they become part of you
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| People get down on your knees
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| Buildings are like a disease
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| You could wind up in a zoo
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| And most people do
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| (cha)
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| My favourite buildings are all laid to waste
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| One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste
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| And someday I could have a fifty-inch waist
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| It’s all free
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| For my favourite buildings
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| And me |