Out of the alleys, our needle strewn fields
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Into the sunlight that the brochures reveal
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Like snakes come for rabbits and rabbits for meals
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Where the oar and the axe flies
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Well this is our story (stick to it) but it ain't the truth
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Cause the truth's just for liars that need an excuse
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Around here love's a gangster and charity's the proof
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Where God deals on Sunday's under a rain burning roof
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It's five blocks a universe and aliens for each
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Like invisible ghettos of priviledge and grief
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And pinned up between them the carrion fly
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Living off skeletons of recycled lives
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This is the place you find out
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Well this is the way you find out
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We all live downtown
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Pay two even, no parking
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Live with a clown
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Step over ourselves
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We all live downtown
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Pay in blood, no parking
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Sleep on the ground
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Step over ourselves
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We all live downtown
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We all die downtown
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Step over ourselves
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Well this is our story (stick to it) but it ain't the truth
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Cause the truth's just for liars that need an excuse
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For a king crown a banker, the queen crown a noose
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Like heirs to a graveyard where the dirt's always loose
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It's five blocks a universe and aliens for each
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Like invisible ghettos of priviledge and grief
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And pinned up between them the carrion fly
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Picking off skeletons under a big northern sky
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This is the place where you find out
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Well this is the way you find out
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We all live downtown
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We all die downtown
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Step over ourselves
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The Vancouver National Anthem
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| Matthew Good Band |
