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The street was rushing beneath, |
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This is the fastest way I know. |
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Where all the cars move backwards, |
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And giant alley trees will grow again. |
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I cut across the city's backyards, |
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Counting cracks along the concrete, |
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A burst open spider web, |
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And every blade of grass will make me sneer. |
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When all the fields dried up, |
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Tens of comfortable years ago. |
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I made this journey once before. |
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And the city fed me long enough. |
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To put a weight around the middle. |
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This is apparent affluence. |
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Left in a pack when I was little, |
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Then I got pulled apart from closest friends. |
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There was a door on my horizon, |
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And silver sparkling rays were pouring in. |
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So I sneaked away on soft hands. |
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Another world in the making. |
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(Ohhh, I know I fall) |
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(Ohhh, I know I fell) |
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(Oh, I know I'm fallen) |
