| In my head there’s a city at night
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| Static gauge with the rush and the lights
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| Now its concourse you look very fine
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| But this place here is no friend of mine
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| And what you know can only mean one thing
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| And what you know can only mean one thing
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| Rooted to the place that you spring from
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| And this dirt was a building before
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| Shut it down before they opened the door
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| Don’t shout, don’t holler, don’t you cry
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| What is passed, we’ll just leave it behind
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| And I rode
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| Horse shaped fire, draggin’stereo wire
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| And we rode
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| Chemicals on 'till the breaking of dawn
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| And I rose
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| Over a town raised up by the sound of its drone
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| And I rode
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| Higher than forces that can’t make the horses lay down
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| This place here is no friend of mine
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| What is passed, we’ll just leave it behind
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| And what you know could only mean one thing
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| And what you know could only mean one thing
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| Rooted to the place that you spring from |