We went up to the building site
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Saw the bricks and the concrete piles
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And watched them all working
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Building muscles and no-one smiled
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We stood around and watched them
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Staring back in complete contempt
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I'm building a building
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Signed his name in the wet cement
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We walked through the cemetery
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Social tombstones in black and grey
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Someone had a bunch of flowers
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Talking sentiments felt O.K.
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We stood in the shadows
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Feeling it was that time of day
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When everything gloomy
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Hits the light as it fades away
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We came to conclusions
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Knew that life was a paradox
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So many illusions
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Kept alive till the old ones dropped
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Demolishing lifestyles
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Building up all the tower blocks
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If life is so sacred
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Why spend it all in a man-made box?
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We stared at the empty shells
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Passed a smile and then cried a lot
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While all this was passing by
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No one stopped to see what they've got
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They took it for granted
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Used the space for a parking lot
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We'll kick off the real world
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Allocating the beauty spots
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Industrial death camps
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Man made something and then forgot
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Knew what it should look like
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Trod on nature and said "Well, why not?"
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But you cannot replace it
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Just take a photo and watch it rot
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And bury the feeling
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Till no-one knows what it really meant
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Got caught in a landslide
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And left a name in the wet cement
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Wet Cement
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| Citizen Fish |
