| It’s the end of white flight
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| Can’t afford to keep moving north, money tight
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| And you’re begging door to door, end of white flight
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| Can’t afford to live around the people you like, money tight
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| And you’re hating your life
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| But maybe that’s the mechanism to bring me closer to you
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| Tell me what were you hoping for
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| Maybe that’s the algorithm to bring me closer to you
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| Tell me what were you hoping for
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| It’s the end of white flight
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| Even tycoons are licking their wounds, economic blight
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| Got the neighborhood looking gap-toothed, end of white flight
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| Maybe now you see something you like, listen, baby, I’m your type
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| And you’re hating your life
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| But maybe that’s the mechanism to bring me closer to you
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| Tell me what were you hoping for
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| Maybe that’s the algorithm to bring me closer to you
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| Tell me what were you hoping for |