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Shining city on the plain, |
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No more sorrow, no more pain, |
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City of Rescue I don't know, |
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Is that where all good people go? |
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If that's where all good people go, |
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Leave me here I tell you no, |
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All good people in one place? |
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Nary there an honest face. |
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The seer and the imbecile there in the garden meet, |
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What comes about as they nut it out there in the bower seat, |
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One of them picks the others brain, the other picks his feet, |
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The city enters into night, the day is fleet. |
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Well I already know how to walk the line, |
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I already know how to read the signs, |
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I've been in the business of pleasing somebody all of the fucking time, |
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So now I'm gonna run. |
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Wealthy city by the sea, |
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Got no room for people like me, |
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Can't see half what they can see, |
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City of Rescue by the |
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Semen and ovum there in the oven meet, |
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What comes about I have my doubt in that infernal heat, |
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It's not a billionth miracle that's brought up to the teat |
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If it's sucking for the rest of its life and never free. |
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All alone outside of the city, |
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I don't even have it now, |
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With the burning rain of someone's pity |
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Pattering on my brow. |
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It's a long, long way to Rescue, |
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I didn't say goodbye to you, |
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Or make an empty gesture too, |
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Though many people showed me how |
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Well I already know how to walk the line, |
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I already know how to read the sign, |
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I've been in the business of pleasing somebody all of the fucking time, |
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So now I'm gonna run. |
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I don't know what I've been told |
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I don't know what I've been told |
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I don't know what I've been told |
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I don't care what I've been told. |
