| This fountain is a sewer now
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| A flower withered on the ground
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| Pick a tick between the bricks
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| A stain to sink them limp
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| Around the town with frowns and clowns
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| Every step I seem to take
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| These pigeons roams in packs no slack
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| From where they are and where they think it’s at
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| If I can fly away, then show me the door
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| To escape this hole and not come back no more
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| These roads are plagued, beaten and sore
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| It’s a savage world they all seem to adore
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| The mountains you don’t try to climb
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| The streets you dwell so well and find
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| All left rotting plagued with ticks
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| Inch by inch then slip
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| You call yourself a macho man
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| I know you came here with a plan
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| Drink and drink, then fight then drink
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| Then all go back into that routine
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| If I can fly away, then show me the door
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| To escape this hole and not come back no more
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| These roads are plagued, beaten and sore
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| It’s a savage world they all seem to adore
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| To disappear into a cloud
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| Wake up in some other distant town
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| I don’t really know
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| Why they feed off hate and spread such fear
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| Oh, they never seem to go
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| As the mud flows through those lanes again
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| Well, I just wanted to sail
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| So, so far away
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| Well, I just wanted to go
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| But there’s too many ticks on the side of me now
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| Around the town with frowns and clowns
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| Every step I seem to take
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| These pigeons roams in packs no slack
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| From where they are and where they think it’s at
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| If I can fly away, then show me the door
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| To escape this hole and not come back no more
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| These roads are plagued, beaten and sore
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| It’s a savage world they all seem to adore
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| To disappear into a cloud
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| Wake up in some other distant town
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| To disappear into a cloud
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| Find that suddenly you’ve lost your frown |