Mapping out the Interstate
We come around, we've seen this place
And climbing up the empire state
you hold my hand and hesitate
A camera shot, we've seen this place
We're watching the wall clock
All the literate small talk keeps us sane.
Feels soft where the wind blows.
All the literate small talk keeps us sane.
A broken wall, a city state
We're lost in files, we've seen this place
A counterculture elevates
We cross it out, we can't erase
a sous rature, we've seen this place
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