The city ain’t the safest place to be

Concrete pavement dirties quick

And after a while all the buildings look a bit run down

Some of the people there aren’t entirely in control of their faculties

And everyone seems to wish they were somewhere else

There’s a certain squalor in every metropolis worth mentioning

It comes from the people who bury their dreams in their pillowcases every night

Or the ones who forget to live outside of themselves-

Leaving the bohemians to flee for the hills-run.

Run from the city that used to be.

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