Those corner kids don’t have a clue
They’re still waiting to be rescued
They stay and sway, but I know better
This is where I used to roam
I knew a girl who would wear headphones
in bed instead of letting me get her
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Where a crook would find a cave
Counting trinkets he acquired
And a person could be saved before noon
Where I would hold a flame
To what fueled them to inspire
Every light a burning fire from their room
That’s our names in the cement
We used the sidewalk as our canvas
To show if we go, something’s forever
There’s people living in these trees
Some can go a hundred stories
But somehow, there’s no sound, just doors and letters
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They act like it’s their right
They make it seem as if we’ve stolen
In the dead of night we’re shown the street
They paint the sticks and stones
They make the roads all clean and golden
They buried broken bones beneath their feet
Most who started here have left
It’s all in the name of progress
But now this whole crowd is just big spenders
This neighborhood was filled with words
Now everyone here speaks in numbers
So I just reply in notes and measures
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