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My favourite buildings are all falling down |
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Seems like I dwell in a different town |
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But why should I bother with painting them brown |
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When they'll all be pulled down in the end? |
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My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles |
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Remind me somehow of your favorite smiles |
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Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles |
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In the rain |
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Nobody seems to know how long |
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All of these buildings belong |
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Till they become part of you |
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People get down on your knees |
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Buildings are like a disease |
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You could wind up in a zoo |
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And most people do |
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My favourite buildings are all laid to waste |
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One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste |
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And someday I could have a fifty inch waist |
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It's all free |
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For my favourite buildings and me |