Stomping along
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on this big Phillip Johnson
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Is delay just wasting my time
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Looking across at Richard Rogers
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Scheming dreams to blow both their minds
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It's difficult you see
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To give up baby
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To leave a job
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When you know
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You know the money's from day to day
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[CHORUS]
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All the majesty of a city landscape
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All the soaring days in our lives
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All the concrete dreams
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in my mind's eye
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All the joy I see
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Thru these architect's eyes
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Cold winter bleeds
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on the girders of Babel
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This stone boy watching the crawling land
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Rings of flesh and the towers of iron
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The steaming caves and the rocks and the sand
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Stomping along on this big Phillip Johnson
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Is delay just wasting my time
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It's difficult you see
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To give up baby
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These summer scumholes
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This goddamned starving life
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[CHORUS]
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It's difficult you see
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It's difficult you see
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Thru These Architect's Eyes
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| David Bowie |
