Oh, City of Daughters,
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Is that what you wanted to be?
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Oh, City of Daughters,
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Is that what you wanted to be?
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Oh, City of Daughters,
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Is it not safe to say you've come when called?
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A minor point of contention:
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It's the pointlessness of the invention.
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Trust, there's no need to remind us
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We're all dying alone tonight!
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In a City of Daughters.
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Sister, I confess, I have forgotten just what it is that you wanted to be.
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Fluffing and a-folding those clothes that you were sold in
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To servicing what it is you always wanted to be.
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In Vancouver, things are simple when they fit you to a "T".
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Once again, you have refused the new pornographies
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A minor bone of contention:
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It's the soullessness of the convention.
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Rock 'n' Roll sure came through for you.
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Why would anybody want it to?
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What is it about music that lends itself so well
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To business-as-fucking-usual?
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A minor source of contention:
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The resourcelessness of the convention.
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Rock 'n' Roll sure came through for you.
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Why would anyone want it to
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When we can burn the living
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Proof, go!
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City Of Daughters
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| Destroyer |
