The sky is filled with steel and haze
On boulevards and waterways
When words and elbows aren't enough
To push me back or perk me up
From a day in bed
I'd lose my mind just to clear my head
It's the distance that's burning me out
I'm twisted straight into the ground
But this is all I have found in the way
No static subway animation
To line these streets with expectation
The clones run rampant looking stale
Disguised as hipsters riding rails
Cooked but underdone
Go sell your souls for a pack of gum
It's the distance that's burning me out
I'm twisted straight into the ground
But this is all I have found in the way
It's all I have found in the way
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