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He says Florida's slowly sinking, sinking into the ocean |
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He says the housing tracts are built on half fact and the rest half fiction |
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And I can't argue that statistics are becoming the definition |
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Of just standing still between glass and steel drowning in this quicksand |
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And the city's skyline hasn't looked the same |
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Since the boom in south Florida's real estate |
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It's turning into more than I can take |
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Too much too soon, too little too late |
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And the city's skyline hasn't looked the same |
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Since the boom in south Florida's real estate |
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It's turning into more than I can take |
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Too much too soon, too little too late |
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Between the garbage and the concrete, to the construction grounds under our feet |
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A boomtown gone bust, goldmine to dust, disintegrating |
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Where latchkey kids from divorces, transplants and the foreign tourists |
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Fill up vacation spots, turned into trailer parks 'cause the state is fading |
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And the city's skyline hasn't looked the same |
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Since the boom in south Florida's real estate |
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It's turning into more than I can take |
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Too much too soon, too little too late |
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And the city's skyline hasn't looked the same |
|
Since the boom in south Florida's real estate |
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It's turning into more than I can take |
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Too much too soon, too little too late |
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And the city's skyline hasn't looked the same |
|
Since the boom in south Florida's real estate |
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It's turning into more than I can take |
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Too much too soon, too little too late |
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And the city's skyline hasn't looked the same |
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Since the boom in south Florida's real estate |
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It's turning into more than I can take |
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Too much too soon, too little too late |
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Too little too late |
