| Let’s meet in the city where
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| The rivers cross bridges there
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| Let’s float down into the stream
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| Of rich and poor pioneers
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| A kid from a western town
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| Wants to be seen and go out
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| Let’s borrow my parent’s car
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| Let’s stay out all night up there
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| And Burnside will be our street
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| Where the kids and the hookers meet
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| Diners and strip club junk
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| Bookstores and punk rock clubs
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| Water, Building and Sin
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| (I'm as green as this blade in the grass that bends)
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| Big Oregon city draws you in
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| (In the wind that blows on the long weekends)
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| A promise fulfilled or not
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| (Where I take the bridge to the water fountains)
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| Just hang on until the summer, it’s hot
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| (And to gain the hope that the city brings)
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| We’ll make our home water-tight
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| Work all day, play all night
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| And hope we’re not washed away
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| By deceit or tragedy
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| And Joan of Arc rules Northeast
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| Where the poor and the hipsters meet
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| The grid that divides us all
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| The river makes final call
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| Out at the edge of town
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| Where airfield runs water down
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| Coyote crosses the tracks
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| And hops on the Light-Rail Max
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| Water, Building and Sin
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| (I'm as green as this blade in the grass that bends)
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| Big Oregon city draws you in
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| (In the wind that blows on the long weekends)
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| A promise fulfilled or not
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| (Where I take the bridge to the water fountains)
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| Just hang on until the summer, it’s hot
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| (And to gain the hope that the city brings)
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| And if you wanna be a friend of mine
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| Cross the river to the east side
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| Find me on the eve of suicide
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| Tell me the city is no place to hide
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| Take me out into a sunny day
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| Through the grotto or the promenade
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| You came to me in the nick of time
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| Thankful for the things I left behind
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| Oh dirty river, come let me in
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| Oh dirty river |