Leaving the central state from shallow ground
You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty
Home in the valley but the rent's paid south With what was left of our fair city
But never quite as fast as this
To flatten the skyline and begin again
Call in the army corps of architects
So bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinksI knew the years would move quickly,.
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