Everything was wasted, tasted, face it kid
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You were never what they wanted
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I'm a bird, I'm a tree, I'm a fish outside
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The city is a breast dangling from the sky
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Oh my feet go where we show the logo
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My shadow tags on behind
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Oh the world was never meant to be the Brooklyn Bridge
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Arcades and soda and tulips
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Chimneys and houses and old things
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Computers and loving the cold things
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Oh my feet go when we show the logo
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My shadow tags on behind
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Oh time is an angry train of commuters
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Love is a golden bag of computers
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I know that everyone's got something that they do
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But I don't wanna be obsolete to you
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Oh I don't want to carry my bag on one shoulder for you
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Oh why is once never enough?
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Why do I have to cum sticky stuff?
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I know that everyone's got something that they do
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But I don't wanna be obsolete to you
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Oh I don't want to carry my bag on one shoulder for you-oo
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My Shadow Tags on Behind
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Adam Green |