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