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In this place we hid, drinking rain drops as a kid, the water ran wild Now the metrics are all sold and told when and why On the sidewalks we used to see far only one line at a time could be spoken of, so respected was the labor of sidewalks Out in that airwave now all the costs became a lingo for people with plenty of school, the sidewalk just waits, all four sides of it But we don't get very long to stand up and do what we must, so must we still sell the lines? The lines of people? The lines of cars? There's no way out of the line now.
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Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
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In this place we hid, drinking rain drops as a kid, the water ran wild Now the metrics are all sold and told when and why On the sidewalks we used to see far only one line at a time could be spoken of, so respected was the labor of sidewalks Out in that airwave now all the costs became a lingo for people with plenty of school, the sidewalk just waits, all four sides of it But we don't get very long to stand up and do what we must, so must we still sell the lines? The lines of people? The lines of cars? There's no way out of the line now.
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Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
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