| From where wheat is, from where breezes
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| Find kids to frustrate
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| On all horizons, all your life, it looms
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| Ecstatic night in the city of moons
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| Metropolis won’t slow to welcome you
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| Swathe yourself in software, see machinations move
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| Good strut and tie, splinter below the roof
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| A church collapsing proudly beneath a thousand dunes
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| Building your life may topple all your dreams
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| But if his wristwatch finds your cheekbone and his schedule is free
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| I let the fulcrum buckle under me
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| Deny my inhibitions and find modernity
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| From sunrise of worried hooves
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| And soot mixed with sweat
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| Seek a moonrise of lighted rooms
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| And a developing wealth of men
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| Are you with the city yet? |
| I bet I’m with the city yet
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| I think I’m with the city yet, are you with the city yet?
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| Are you with the city yet? |
| I bet I’m with the city yet
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| (It beckons, it beckons)
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| Are you with the city yet?
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| Are you with the city yet? |
| I bet I’m with the city yet
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| (It beckons, it beckons)
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| I think I’m with the city yet, are you with the city yet?
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| (I beckon, I bet)
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| Are you with the city yet? |
| I bet I’m with the city
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| (It beckons, it be…)
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| Metropolis won’t slow to welcome you
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| Swathe yourself in software, see machinations move
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| Good strut and tie, splinter below the roof
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| A church collapsing proudly beneath a thousand dunes
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| Building your life may topple all your dreams
|
| But if his wristwatch finds your cheekbone and his schedule is free
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| I let the fulcrum buckle under me
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| Deny my inhibitions and find modernity
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| Thrust into dissonance and urgency
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| I always knew this was the life for me
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| I let the fulcrum buckle underneath
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| Deny my inhibitions and find modernity |