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The king of the swinging moves is back in town |
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And everybody's tiptoeing around him |
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Surround him, as he pounds a silver hammer |
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Drops a revolutionary grammar |
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Concerning the burning of city hall |
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And urban sprawl and decay |
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Farewell to the day of having it both ways |
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Hell is other people, some people never learn |
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When optimism fails and my cooler head prevails |
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I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns |
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Down in the abstract looking for a concrete artifact |
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Something to hold on to, not one more thing to believe in |
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Stuck in a fallback and fighting off a heart attack |
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And you're so tangible like a nitroglycerin tablet |
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Under my tongue |
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Farewell to the day of having it both ways |
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The boom's a bust-out but thanks for your concern |
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When pessimism fails and my cooler head prevails |
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I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns |
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Progress shall be defined by your position on the bridge |
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As it burns, when populism, activism, urbanism fail |
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My cooler head, my cooler head will prevail |
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When there are no more Gods left to anoint |
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No more noses to bend out of joint |
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I'm gonna meet you at the point of diminishing returns |
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Farewell to the day of having it both ways |
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Hell is other people, some people never learn |
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When optimism fails and my cooler head prevails |
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I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns |
