The vagrant on my corner who is speaking to birds
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is as crazy as the commute on their way from home to work
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well hey ya'll! Let's get apocalyptic!
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We need it to be just so damn apocalyptic!
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We're all down to get down. Down down to get down.
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If on our knees will be the lead to the top of the food chain
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Let the foxes dig holes in the stations
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Ain't this such a grand new dark age!
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Why shouldn't they believe that their homes just an Asbury park!
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In the opposing hand were bulky two inch thick
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overlapping pages of white paper
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Whose flawless black print in a comparison
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to our chewed nails was much fucking smaller
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No one around here ever seems to notice the
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mountains awaiting out east
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But that carrot is within reach!
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That carrot is within reach!
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so we've got to get down just to get down
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and we keep on tracking the beast
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so do you hear the tune of a thousand
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trampled streets they sing me off to sleep
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where I am chased by stampeding machines
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only to awake to give into the chase all again
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Me And Ed Loyce
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
