Goodnight tomorrow is moving day
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Everything's in boxes waiting for
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This extended holiday
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Displaced, swallowed by the sprawl
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Sometimes the grandest openings
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Also the darkest curtain calls
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Pavement tattooed horizons
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Left landscapes bruised and blackened
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Another town laid to rest
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On the trophy shelf of progress
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The greatlands eat the heartland
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The bells ring "we sell for less"
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Development - we regress
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The savior's come to rescue
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Another dead end town
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The floodgates flew open
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Now we're sunken and eroded
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And deafening jingles fill the empty holes
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Goodnight! The blueprint's drawn
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Boxes packed - the day is done
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Moving Day
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| The Honor System |
