Leaving the central state from shallow ground
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Home in the valley but the rent's paid south
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You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty
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With what was left of our fair city
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Call in the army corps of architects
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To flatten the skyline and begin again
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I knew the years would move quickly,
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But never quite as fast as this
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So bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinks
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The Army Corps Of Architects
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
