The scent of flowers in the crowded street
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A lonely bell singing for passing feet
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"You may not come in here
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(You may not come in here)
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Sweaty time, dirty time to stand
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Watch out mouth, hard argument
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You may not come in here
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(You may not come in here)"
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Hey, fold your flag out a steer (fold your flag)
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Hoist it up high to make it real (hoist it high)
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A canvas bag to fit it all (a canvas bag)
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Hands suspended all, needs to bend and crawl
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Well, whose land are you standing on?
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Lines, lines, lines
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Poor man's ice cream
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Poor man's ice cream
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And this is so, so, so real
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You can see that, shining in the gutter
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It's right over there
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(no, it's not over here)
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Then which way are you supposed to fear?
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A full set of broken teeth to bear
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It's right over there
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(no, it's not over here)
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They built a wall out of bricks (built a wall)
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Made it real long, made sure everyone could see it (made it real long)
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A message write and this (a message write)
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"This is not your home
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You do not belong here"
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Well, whose land are you standing on?
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They're na-na-na-na-knocking on your door
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Well, whose land are you standing on?
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They're na-na-na-na-knocking on your store
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What were you dreaming of?
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Yeah, what were you dreaming of?
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Poor man's ice cream
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Poor man's ice cream
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What do you want from us?
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Yeah, what do you want from us?
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Poor man's ice cream
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Poor man's ice cream
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What were you dreaming of?
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Yeah, what were you dreaming of?
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Poor man's ice cream
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Poor man's ice cream
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Poor Man's Ice Cream
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Tilly And The Wall |