I see a mansard roof through the trees
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I see a salty message written in the eaves
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The ground beneath my feet
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The hot garbage and concrete
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And now the tops of buildings, I can see them too
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The Argentines collapse in defeat
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The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet
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The ground beneath their feet
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Is a nautically-mapped sheet
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As thin as paper
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While it slips away from view
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Mansard Roof
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| Vampire Weekend |
