I talked to this city
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From the cracks we all fell through
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It had nothing to say and so I stayed
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This will be my rebutle
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With open mouths and empty spoons
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With class in evenings and afternoons
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I talked to the right people
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From the years we all fell through
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They had much to say and so I left
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This will be my rebutle
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The ways we bend untill we break
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We're breaking down
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The ways we mold untill we fit
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It never fit
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This puzzle piece
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It never fit
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So sand edges and force fixture
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Had much to say and so I stayed this will be my rebutle
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A New Trick For The Old Dog
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| The Ghost |
