| The red tinted cardboard turns green as the cars pull away
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| A rinsed out fast food fountain cup holds the answers for change
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| It’s not very much but it might be enough for a drink
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| Passersby keep their sight straight like horses in parades
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| Or else tap their pockets, shrug shoulders, sorry not today
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| I like mine on the rocks or else as a shot when toasting
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| It may burn a bit but I don’t mind the taste
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| The wrecking ball breaks through the walls that were shoddy and old
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| But wrecking balls can’t clean the mess, can’t build back, can’t uphold
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| And I’ve had a ball
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| The adrenaline rush takes some time to retreat from the veins
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| Still flustered and flushed on the drive home from having our say
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| But at night all alone the signs tend to humiliate
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| My active attempts to not do anything
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| But you found something undisputed and true
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| It endures like a morning commute
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| And forgives when you thought you were doomed
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| It reminds through the whole of your day
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| That there’s more than just what’s in the way
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| A clarity above the haze
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| A straight exiting from the maze
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| A finish line so worth crossing
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| Give me five minutes and I’ll tear it down all the same |